It's 2:00 PM
And I'm still stuck at school.
Sixth period is history.
This is just cruel.
I'm trying to see the whiteboard
But I can't see through my glasses.
I don't understand history.
I wish I had different classes.
I get a different prescription
And get my lenses replaced.
But at the same time the next day
Yesterday's work was erased!
I'm trying to hear a lecture
But everyone else is talking.
I don't understand English.
This is just shocking.
After class I ask
If I can move my seat.
But I find out next class
That the unit’s complete.
I have to write notes
But my pencil’s out of lead.
I don’t understand Spanish
I’m losing my head.
Afterwards I discover
that the notes are due tomorrow.
Why can’t there be
Some pencils that I can borrow?
In a lab I have to use tweezers
But my hand is really unstable.
I don’t understand chemistry
May I use a lower height table?
Later that day I find out
That the tweezers were not required.
I could have used the mesh
Why had I not inquired?
You know what, I’m here to learn.
I slowly raise my hand.
The words I mutter:
“I don’t understand.”