first experiencethis is a poem i wrote for a lecturer who had recently come to teach us..... she is supposedly this "hot" 22 yr old masters student who has replaced a teacher who resigned...... all guys in the class seem to be really attentive in the most boring subject cos of her presence......

Early in the morning
I wake up to realise
I may have to live
One more damned day in college.
A damned tuesday it was
Very boring, very long
A day filled by lab
A lab where nobody wants to work..
Four hours I spend there
Totally vexed, I am released
Then i suffer two more hours,
Two damned lectures to hear..
Now it had become
A matter of my life and death.
All tired, completely fed up
I sit and wait,
For another hour of boredom, murder and death.
There you enter my class,
My life and soul.
So pretty, so fine
Your first time as well as mine..
The first time you teach,
My first time i concentrate.
Every moment you smile
I skip a hundred beats..
You speak, I blush
A beautiful replenishment; memories
I wait for you to enter again,
My class, my life, my soul........