3rd Hour Chaos

A Day of 9th grade English


My voice echoes throughout the room
I don't think they understand
My words have fallen out of my mouth
Onto their paper, doodles added... (stars)
But I don't think they get it

Just then, the one "he" calls stupid
Looks up, glowing smile across his profile
Sending me a signal that he just might get it
My heart rumbles with connections, I shine alone

"Can I go to the bathroom?" he asks
"Yes, go ahead, I reply"
I collect their classwork
My mirror shattered, my hope faded
"Shit, thought I found a window", I thought

As I leave, I read the papers in the hall
A mere five minutes later
I see the lightbulbs, the glows, the shimmer
glowing from off their papers

In fact the comprehension is astounding
I got through their murky eyes of doubt
but the fear of seeming interested...
had scared them silent