Walk  into class .
Hoping for something different
Hoping against hope that you'll make sense of her
Gibberish.

Having to put up with her voice for an entire year.

As you sit there
Your mind wanders
To places that only you go to
That only you happen apon in her presence

You try to focus.
Honestly you do.

But just like every class
The same thing happens
The same routine every day.
Her voice lulls you into oblivion.
Sweet slumber.