"In The Water I Am BEAUTIFUL"

in class now, the clock is ticking, my mind is drifting, chit chat, pins clicking and tpping, loud sighs, coughs, erasers scratching paper, pens sliting letters, AC pulling up goose pumps, all i want to do is write, letting my pen rest between my fingers and letting my hand go crazy, it doesnt matter what im writing even if its quoting the instructor im still writing and im still in my own little world, i crate where to place punc.tuat;ion? and cApiTal LetTerS i make the rules, i rule this imaginary writing land that my hand and pen are living in, i have escaped i can be anywhere writing about anything and i dissapear far from boredom, then my name is called; and reality attacks my writing land and now i am back questions are being in class, frustrated students, sneers, giggles, the instructor repeating them self, while other students fall asleep, walk out, and stare into confusion and bordom, I MUST BE IN CLASS YET AGAIN!

by:

Lisa Walston