Ode to Y Days

The chiming of bells is a long-awaited sound

Signaling the end of one tedious, monotonous class,

Yet alas, it heralds a new one.

Concert band, Spanish II, Gym, Earth Science

New forms of torture

Yet unknown to Amnesty International

The drone of tuning notes and flat scales

Enough to make a freshman's head spin

Accompanied by the shouting sounds

Of my lovely always angry band teacher.

Late arriving to Spanish

Treated as if I were four

And not as if I were my real age of fourteen

Oh, didn't you know, teacher,

You're teaching Spanish II,

Not elementary school! 

Struggling to stay awake

Yawning and chanting preterite endings

Like some mindless drones

Oh, and physical education!

What a wonderful subject!

Running about like a prison inmate 

Sweating and cursing as if it were an orgasm 

Of some deranged kind.

Oh, and the beauty of Earth Science!

Sitting in the back of a cold classroom

Like a lazy delinquent set in her ways

Eyes impatiently set on the clock

Moving as slowly as the psychos in horror movies

The seconds dropping by, and--

YES! THE BELL! The bell that marks freedom, stowed away on a noisy bus.

Reviews

[KAREN]

Oh, yes, I remember days of praying for the bell to ring. Now it's days of praying for time for work to be over. Great write, I can relate to!