I sit in the back of the class
It’s nice and quiet there
I can scratch, I can squirm,
I can see outside, I can dream.
Nobody bothers me,
Teacher does not even know that I am alive.
Doesn’t she care?
Sunday, July 8, 2007
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OMG it sounds like you have not the most beautiful memories of your school days.....your teacher sounds like a witch.
Luckily children are so resourceful.
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