A sitting army of twenty four
A sitting army of twenty four, we sit, divided in every opinion except one:
We don’t want to be here.
And while the air is cooler, and the breezes crisper, there’s still that feel that lazy lolling summer feeling of adventure, steeped within our skin.
Yet today, just minutes ago, we entered the doors of this confined establishment, and immersed ourselves in brick and paint and metal, and gone was the summer.
Gone was the sand, and eventually, gone will be my tan
And as the days grow colder, longer, and darker, the rhythm will return, and students we will be:
Young, impressionable, and counting completely on most adults we see.
So now, settled, after the very first step of the year, we have found our place, in these small desks, fidgeting, waiting, and bored with a constant, angst-full unrest.
So now we wait, the pressures on you
To teach us something fascinating, captivating, and new.
