8 AM Class

He rambles endlessly
After every pause for breath
A little light glows within me
Maybe this is the end?

But he continues
The whiteboard full of words and numbers
So many concepts
So much to absorb.

It all looks weird to me
Like an abstract painting
I can make no sense of it
A lot of colours, a lot of lines, curves.

What is this language?
Is he human
My stomach grumbles
I need to eat.

I can see his mouth move
I can see words form
and leave his mouth.
But they never reach my ear.

Somewhere in between
They get mixed
And all I hear
is noise.

When will he stop?
I am hungry
Can we go now?

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