The Clock

The Clock

By Annie

The clock simply isn’t working properly. I looked at it what felt like ten minutes ago, and it has only moved two minutes. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s broken, and that Mrs. Jenkens is keeping us here longer than we’re supposed to be in class for. It must be a punishment for all of our misbehaving during class. But then again, isn’t that your job as a six year old boy? This class just never ends, and Jenkens doesn’t care about our other classes or the lives that are awaiting us outside the door. It’s all about her lectures, her assignments, her needs. To her, we are simply a waste of space that she has to talk to in order to get paid so she can go home and feel like she is being a responsible adult with a job and a paycheck. Does she even understand the level of boredom we all experience? Think of a two hour speech delivered by a ninety year old man and then triple it. That only begins to describe the amount of boredom I am currently feeling, which I didn’t know was even possible. She doesn’t even let you go to the bathroom. When you ask, she simply says “You have a break in half an hour, you can wait.” I’m sorry? No actually, I can’t wait. I can’t spend one more second sitting here in this prison. Her words just drag on and on, one word being spat out of her mouth every five seconds. You know, it’s not that hard to speak! The worst part is that after I get through this class, I still have a whole day of classes, and it’s only Monday.