The white board stares at me
as my eyes slowly drift.
8:30 a.m. class, un-caffeinated student, and puzzling math
written in the smallest handwriting.
My foggy glasses don’t collaborate,
and I’m left four rows away from the board unable to see.
This must be what the college experience is like,
Time isn’t relative,
there aren’t any chattering clocks in the room.
My thoughts scream
while my blinks get longer.
Don’t fall asleep.
I stare at the objects at my desk,
a pencil, a notebook, and my fruit punch drink.
Then suddenly as if minutes flew by, I
stumbled while sitting down.
Yet I was able to catch myself from falling
and spilling my watered-down drink.
As I looked around hoping no one noticed,
I find the board still staring.
As if saying you better not fall asleep.
I rush to write the notes on the board
which accumulated from after my daydream.