I sit in the classroom,
Head on hands,
Dazing and daydreaming,
The Sun flooding the whole room,
I dreamed of ice and the Artic,
Instead of the hot indian summer surrounding me.
I stare out of the window,
Sweat drops from my forehead.
The teacher yawns, the pupils shut their eyes,
Waiting for a breeze to rush through the window.
Children pick up their pens-
Which now seem as heavy as lead.
Everyone stays still, waiting for the bell.