I stand when they stand, stretching out my legs
tired from sitting on this hard plastic for over an hour.
I look over and they are already sitting back down,
I suddenly feel silly standing
even though my name will be called in less than a minute
And I sit back down.
The second I make full contact with the seat I hear my name
I sigh, stand, and descend to the table.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
I stand when they stand, stretching out my legs
tired from sitting on this hard plastic for over an hour.
I look over and they are already sitting back down,
I suddenly feel silly standing
even though my name will be called in less than a minute
And I sit back down.
The second I make full contact with the seat I hear my name
I sigh, stand, and descend to the table.
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