I sat there
Facing the front
Staring at the chalkboard
Waiting for class to start
Nervous for the year ahead
But excited for what was waiting
I wondered if this was the year
The year I would stand out and become
Exactly who I wanted to be
And then I heard it
It was nothing really
Just a cough
But even his cough sounded foreign
I could hear his accent through his cough
And shit was it sexy
I wanted to turn around and look at him
This guy with the foreign cough
But instead I just sat there
Knowing that I would see him again
On Thursday
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