a window....

I sit in the 4th seat to back in the 3rd row, I hear the clock ticking, the person 2 seats over has had the sniffles for days, there are sirens outside, the teacher is talking about angles, I think anyway...I am excited for soccer practice, did I remember shin gards? I hope so...Someone starts nervously shaking their leg one seat in front of me the left. why are they nervous? why do they do that? now the teacher is measuring. I ask the person next to me what number we are on. The teacher looks over her shoulder to see why we are talking. I make a face and pretend like I'm focused. I wonder what we'll have for dinner, and if I'll have time to do my homework after lunch. Most kids like to play during lunch, I'd rather get my work done. The clock is ticking, ticking. It is so annoying to me. Why do they have to tick. 5 more minutes till I'm free. The teacher is calling on me, I have no clue what number we are on, or where we are or what we are doing. I squirm. I look down into my paper begging for it to tell me where we are on the page. My friend next to me says 16. I make a wild guess of 45' but its really 90 and its obvious but I have no clue. She calls on someone else. thank god. It is everything and it is nothing that catch my attention. I want to keep up, I want to be like her or like him. I want to be there too. ok, thats it for today. I write down the homework, I check it three times to make sure its right. I pack up. I leave. I breathe.