Unsupervised lesson

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Noise, broken furniture, glass-shards

All barely miss my head

School-bags, pencilcases and jackets,

Hostages to trade for stolen rubbers

Footsteps in the distance

Door opens with a bang

Chair-leg scrapes teacher's face

Quiet fills the room

"Where is your teacher!?"

Guiltily honest faces answer,

"Photocopying papers, miss."

Door closes; riot returns

Shrieking girl jumps out the window

Thank God we're on the fourth floor

- Last part slightly exaggerated:

In reality she only lost an eye to a pencil-

I'm knocked over by a flying body

Yelled obscenities fill the room

I should really get out of here.

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