Staring stonily, slouching in a worn out plastic chair I hear prejudice jeering, mockery giggling, a droning teacher. Various cliches loudly whispering among themselves Apathetic to the Sex-Ed feature. The geeks tapping at their calculator The freaks silently wording a Manson song The jocks comparing biceps The newbies attempting to belong. I glance at my wristwatch and glance again to verify But still twentyfive minutes of class. I sigh and put my head down Wishing for the torturous time to pass. Closing my ears from the competitive voices I stare down at my desk. Watching my breath condense on the cheap veneer Causing students' graffiti to seem still more grotesque: Random markings in pen and pencil and whiteout Coupled with Exacto knife carvings Displays the work of a teenage generation Hungry for life, but slowly starving. A deafening bell cuts off the lecture Ignorant of the unblinking overhead Hastily being pushed away. Students left, with words still unsaid.