Daydream class.

Instructions and information, little tricks to get you interested.
The curriculum a set of rules and facts to be memorized and listed.
The teacher stood with his back against the desk and his fist holding up his chin. Waiting for you to answer... Waiting.
Then he tosses your latest essay swish shot into the bin.
You were more interested in the distractions of life.
Each time you woke clenching your well bitten pencil you sharpened with a knife.
No relief from the threat of bad grades.
And all the acne and emotions of the teenage phase.
The teachers there telling you about last century and your minds in a game.
Your work was always late and your excuses were lame.