Front Row My desk is in the first two rows thats just beneath the teachers nose Her eyes are on me, just like glue. She watches everything I do. I raise my hand. I seldom speak. I swear I am the perfect geek. I wish I was row four or five, and then Id really come alive. Id throw some spit balls, pass some notes. Id really get the teachers goat. Id make them laugh. Id be a ham. I like to joke. Thats who I am. My teacher knows -- and what I fear Is that is why she keeps me near.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 06:51:02 +0000
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