Stepped into the rain.
Cross the busy avenue.
The light blinking red.
Clunk the Red Eye door.
Fumbled my bag and zipper.
Air blower on feet.
Escalator Moves.
One Three Seven One One Two.
Punched in move along.
Forty-Five minutes.
Passing time for five classes.
Watching the clock crawl.
Where the heck were you?
It took you twenty to poo?
Where is your hall pass?
Bullshit stories made.
"I had to use it real bad."
"I wasn't with him!"
Finally the bell.
Clomp clomp clomp clomp clomp clomp clomp.
Shouting down the hall.
Unplugged my laptop.
The progress reports are in.
Three day weekend here.


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Nice post.
JMac
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