He sits. <br />A calculator is set off to the side <br />As he furiously scribbles on the page in front of him, <br />Trying to finish. <br /> <br />There’s nothing but the buzz of fluorescent lights <br />In this classroom after school. <br />Paper shuffles and a breeze startles the blinds, <br />His concentration dissolving as they smack into the wall. <br /> <br />And he sits up again, <br />Concentrates, <br />Chewing a stick of gum quietly, <br />He focuses. <br /> <br />Thinks of his prison of parabolas, <br />He erases, then scribbles some more, <br />Finishing his test, <br />Wishing for naught more than the freedom of a soccer field.<br /><br />Melissa Nikolova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/algebra-ii-tests-and-sunny-skies/
