The classroom smells of eraser rolls,
Pencil sharpenings, and pens from Coles.
The air conditioner hums away
This state of boredom is normal, I'd say.
I stare longingly out the window and scribble on my book.
I scribble too loudly; teacher gives me her 'look'.
I'm about to protest, but I know it's not right.
I cringe, hunch over and begin to write.
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