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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

As I’m sitting in the classroom
with a blank look on my face
I am staring out the window
at the emptiness of space.

While the teacher drones, explaining
how to multiply a fraction,
my mind is rolling slowly
to a state of numb inaction.

Now my eyes are growing heavy
and my head begins to fall,
as I drift away slumberland
against the classroom wall.

I’m awakened by the teacher
as he loudly clears his throat.
It appears while I was napping
all the students took a vote.

I got way more votes than anyone,
and this is my reward:
All my classmates have elected me
the Chairman of the Bored.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 6

 


From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking


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