I was sitting in class, the back of Spanish 2B. I was doing exactly what stanza 2 states. I wrote this poem as it was playing in my reality. I had my head stuck in my iPad which is where I write all my poems. At the time in class we were suppose to be doing group work, but I was too stuck in writing this poem to pay attention. My teacher took it away, and unfortunately read my poem. Now my teacher never had much respect for me, she thought I was just here because I was being forced, and I just never cared about learning. When she read that poem, it's like something clicked. She gained major respect for me, dramatically. She was much nicer to me, and she seemed to care more about doings in her classroom. Luckily I passed the class with a C. This is just another poem of random words put together to make a melody. It's true beauty is that this is reality; for me, and I am sure many other students from all over.