Three Fifteen in the afternoon on that damned classroom clock takes forever to arrive.
Each individual click of the red second-hand takes an eon to click the minute hand towards the three.
So, what is the cause of this seventh-grade hell in Math Class?
Well, he wants to get to the bus first before someone else sits in Mazie’s seat.
Of course, he teased her relentlessly and she told him she hated him on Tuesday.
But he has hopes that he can kiss her before they get to her drop-off spot.
If she does chase him off, he can sit with Buster in the back where he’s forbidden to sit.
Buster talks about football, and they can try to predict what the Cowboys will do on Sunday.
But maybe Buster won’t be there because he needs tutoring if he’s ever going to get back on the seventh-grade team.
When he does get home, he can polish his personal pleasure pole in the bathroom.
That’s the highlight of the day, though it probably means he’ll go to Hell when he dies.
And then the final bell at long last rings, and the world is wonderful again.
Catch a Falling Star 