#169: Freshmen Boys

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My
7th period
class is chaos.

Boys
trapped in
their teenage bodies

don’t
know how
to do anything;

even
being human
is too difficult.

Listening,
completely out
of the question.

Seriousness,
a concept
that doesn’t register.

Respect,
never heard
the word before.

Girls,
poor things,
are sadly outnumbered,

know
what’s up
and ignore boys.

They
will wait,
patiently rolling eyes

until
these boys
understand their ridiculousness.

This
could take
several years, unfortunately.

* * *

Note:  To be fair, I must add that I do have a handful of freshmen boys who are NOT like the ones described above.  They know who they are.  They are rock stars.

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