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Staring at a book as if it is suddenly going to open.
All I can do is to wonder what mysteries will open themselves to me.
What is it that I am to learn?
Will I be able to understand what is being said?
Worrisome lines dig lines along my face.
What is it that compels this man to torment me with pages upon pages of words.
What is going on?
A claustrophobic hand grazes along my heart.
Clenching my teeth I breath deeply.
Pulling the heavy cover open.
I can honestly say that it sounds like the door to a haunted house.
My eyes ache from the massive amount of small print.
What is this writing?
What does it mean?
I begin to panic,
It is then the teacher begins to speak.
I calm myself enough to write notes.
A pencil in one hand.
And my head in the other.
Disconnected within a blur.
Unknown knowledge seeps from a simple wound.
A blur of unforgiving words tangle my brain.
I feel the small loops and curls of the letters snag at my brain.
Twisting, pulling and cutting away at strings I never knew existed.
The aching force makes my eyes water.
Small riddles swim in my vision.
Today's mystery spins and makes me dizzy.
Fatigue and weariness pang in my head.
Heaving a sigh I turn a page.
The bold letters spell more words of confusing spells.
What witchcraft is this!
The fates have no mercy on this merciless day.
The first day... of all days.
A new beginning it was to be,
But now, it spells only misery for me.
Another page flies by and still no clue.
Help me has been scribbled upon my page,
an unconscious act.
Another page...
I hear the small balding man speak in tongues unknown to me.
Enthusiasm spills from his lips but still I cannot comprehend what it is he is saying.
Hand gestures and constant scribbling on the board.
It is then I see a familiar word....
The title of the class...
Did I sign up for this class?
I quickly check my schedule.
Then it hits me...
Damn it...
I'm in the wrong class.

©2016 DeeMo247 (Danielle Poleviyaoma)

Description
Staring at a book as if it is suddenly going to open.
All I can do is to wonder what mysteries will open themselves to me.
What is it that I am to learn?
Will I be able to understand what is being said?
Worrisome lines dig lines along my face.
What is it that compels this man to torment me with pages upon pages of words.
What is going on?
A claustrophobic hand grazes along my heart.
Clenching my teeth I breath deeply.
Pulling the heavy cover open.
I can honestly say that it sounds like the door to a haunted house.
My eyes ache from the massive amount of small print.
What is this writing?
What does it mean?
I begin to panic,
It is then the teacher begins to speak.
I calm myself enough to write notes.
A pencil in one hand.
And my head in the other.
Disconnected within a blur.
Unknown knowledge seeps from a simple wound.
A blur of unforgiving words tangle my brain.
I feel the small loops and curls of the letters snag at my brain.
Twisting, pulling and cutting away at strings I never knew existed.
The aching force makes my eyes water.
Small riddles swim in my vision.
Today's mystery spins and makes me dizzy.
Fatigue and weariness pang in my head.
Heaving a sigh I turn a page.
The bold letters spell more words of confusing spells.
What witchcraft is this!
The fates have no mercy on this merciless day.
The first day... of all days.
A new beginning it was to be,
But now, it spells only misery for me.
Another page flies by and still no clue.
Help me has been scribbled upon my page,
an unconscious act.
Another page...
I hear the small balding man speak in tongues unknown to me.
Enthusiasm spills from his lips but still I cannot comprehend what it is he is saying.
Hand gestures and constant scribbling on the board.
It is then I see a familiar word....
The title of the class...
Did I sign up for this class?
I quickly check my schedule.
Then it hits me...
Damn it...
I'm in the wrong class.

©2016 DeeMo247 (Danielle Poleviyaoma)