The Classroom

I sit here and I jot
and she
talks and I listen
and occasionally I
glance
across the room
at the girl
that I think
is kind of cute
but I don’t go
overboard or anything
and I try to keep
up and get the
notes down
but my mind
wanders as I doodle
down
the side of the
page
and now I have
no idea what she
is saying anymore
except I know it’s
about the packet
that I only
read half of,
and really,
I’m concentrating
harder on
figuring out the
song that’s in
my head
and watching the
clock move
slower than it
should but at least
it’s still moving
and
she’s still talking
and I'm
still here
in the classroom