John

Mar 9th, 2009 11:58:47 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Angered

I work harder than you.
You're older. You know more.
I am so young.
But you're no different.

Yeah, I'll get off the damn computer.
As well as your damn lap.

It is easy to get distracted when you're waiting on help.
Even easier when your help wants to touch you all the time.

Maintain focus.
Don't get preoccupied as I divert you.

I am no worse than you.
However, you excel at hiding flaws.

I planned to allow your help.
You know how I love to have it announced.

Could you be a little more condescending?

I struggle with myself.
Unlike you, I need to know my place.
How could I possibly know what is right for me?
I don't even try.
Could you use some big words to throw me off?
You don't do it intentionally, you're naturally smarter.
I am just a little girl.

Perhaps you could read to me and emphasize my error with your red pen.

I am not your student. I am your classmate.

I don't have six years of schooling to show how much more I know.

Step down.

Join me down here.
In the depths of modesty where you belong.

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