A new semester,
another virgin notebook,
again -- deflowered.
It's syllabus day
for the thirty-seventh time.
Running the motions.
Class fills with people.
Veteran college students,
most of them ugly.
Waking up early
couldn't be more difficult
with my "condition."
Japanese teacher--
Things aren't looking good for me.
... you know how they are.
My eyes want to close.
Distant and incoherent
"The class description"
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