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by Jennifer Simmer '05

Man, this class is really boring,
I cannot pay attention.
None of this my brain is storing,
I’m lacking in retention.

From my mouth escapes a yawn,
Of my mood a gauge.
My hand moves over what I’ve drawn.
Doodles cover the page.

My fat textbook is full of crap,
It’s confusing when it’s read.
Plus it broke my backpack strap,
I want to go to bed.

I wish that I could take a nap,
Just a tiny one.
And that I could get a tap,
To know when class is done.

I fear I might fall asleep,
Not that I really care.
Soon there might be jumping sheep,
Flying through the air.

To close my eyes it isn’t smart.
My eyelids made of lead.
The darkness there seems to start
The bobbing of my head.

I’ve heard the phrase “nodding off”
I now know it firsthand
I have nothing against the prof,
But his subject’s bland.

The teacher’s voice just fades away
As he rambles more and more.
Class seems extra long today.
My butt is getting sore.

The students start to close their books
The class is getting antsy
The teacher’s giving dirty looks
But freedom students fancy.

Minutes slowly pass us by
The clock seems not to move.
The ending time is drawing nigh
To listen it would me behoove.

He’s asking questions I don’t know
I pray: don’t call my name.
Finish fast so we can go
I’m not sure why I came.

But in this class I have to stay,
Listening to this bore.
Until I join the scrambling fray,
Racing towards the door.

As my head begins descent,
I pray I will not drool.
The sleepiness will not relent
I blame this all on school.

Jennifer Simmer '05 is an art and graphic design major at Wartburg College.