a Boring class

A white screen reflects back against my glasses-

Glasses

Rarely do any see me with them, so in an irony I suppose I don’t “see” myself in them either

It brings me to reality-

A classroom, a teacher chattering on and on in my ear

My ears covered in headphones

I love math but who can blame when- what problem are we on? The same as from a half hour ago?

Numbers on the board- no- letters

Just letters

When did math only be words rather than numbers

Bright pink sheets, homework sheets that make you go blind to stare at them

So i go back to staring

At the blank white screen in front of me