Teenage brains carry a plethora of creative ideas, math problems, wardrobe choices, SAT vocabulary words, and daydreams that may never occur, along with a bundle of other miscellaneous thoughts. When our eyes focus towards the ceiling during class, we mean no disrespect.

During class time, teachers unrealistically expect students’ undivided attention for almost two hours straight. And yes teachers, students realize that “you already know this stuff,” but sometimes our attention spans disrupt our desire to learn.

I sit engulfed by a dull, navy blue desk, and the one in front of me lacks a basket for my feet to rest on. The seat’s slick, shiny plastic surface causes me to slide every three minutes, so I must reposition myself  to remain alert.  The light-brown desktop holds my binder, notepad, and textbook; however, its tiny surface creates controversy concerning which of the three will cover the most space.

My Jansport bookbag, the colorblocked one with a lime green body with pink and blue pockets, must stay on the filthy floor. I reach inside it for my baby blue pencil case and realize my writing utensil supply runs short. But of course, more important matters lay ahead.

As I take notes assigned by my teacher, my stomach begins to growl, and I become envious of the smarter students who bring snacks from home. I look to my bag, collect four quarters from the front pouch, and mischieviously slide them into my coat pocket before the teacher recognizes me. I find a sticky note, write myself a “bathroom” pass, and head towards the vending machine.

Those measly desks are uncomfortable, and the surrounding distractions appear more interesting than the colorful written words against the white board.

So, bear with us.