Sat in class, in the back
Hidden as best as one can hide
From peering eyes behind the podium
Good thing this room is wide.
Phone in hand, on my lap
Underneath the small divide
My Notebook and pen lay motionless
My Fingers occupied
Im sidetracked , thoughts move fast
It is to your words I abide
Neglecting what I am supposed to learn
The problem comes alive.
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