A Perspective

Class

I sit in this class, my ears hurt. The sound of the teacher walking around, the changing tones in her voice. The sound of students whispering and shuffling. Pages, pencils.... the music in my ears not loud enough to block it. The eyes and the minds... everywhere. Looking, listening, thinking. I sit by myself but I'm overwhelmed with the sent of an other. There so much movement and unnecessary energy. I'm tired. The teacher throws dates and expectations weighing on my lungs. The 4 walls so far apart I feel lost. I unscrewed my pencil sharpener and took the blade. I use it against the skin on the back of my hand, an area that heals quickly. It bled but I used my black sleeve to pat it dry. I'll blame it on the cat. The pich of the teachers voice peirces through my ears, she never stops talking. I melt in my seat, shifting. My back aches on these plastic chairs. Unnecessary noises. Words I don't understand. Never a shred of silence. Never 1 thing, always 1000. Always eyes. Everyone fidgets with everything. So many expressions from secret conversations and confusion. Everything is brown and gray. The vibrations of sounds and movements. My eyes hurt, my ears hurt, my mind hurts. What was the lesson again? 15 minutes until the bus... the emplified version of class. Too much too much too much too much too much. Stop.