What I Wish I Knew Then

Lyrics
The boy next to me in the computer lab punches all the buttons on his calculator at once and cups his face in his hands. He has been working on geometry all period. I, on the other hand, frolic around the internet with my two study halls in a row, prefaced by first period yoga. I believe I did senior year right. This boy is probably a sophomore, by the looks of his math worksheet. His jeans are hemmed and I can see his white socks and black loafers. His glasses have fingerprints all over them. I ask him how he is doing. He is a deer, I am the headlights. "Not so good," he says, cautiously. "It's my mom's birthday and I'm not going to have enough time to make her a card." I wish I could show him what I see. I wish he knew now what I did not know then; the homework is inanimate. You are walking on a tightrope and cannot see what is beneath, but let me tell you, it is a foam pit. You will be fine. Make your mother the card. This is the last time she will ever turn forty-nine. Instead, I suggest he makes her a card during his lunch period. His shoulders sigh. He has packed too many AP classes into his suitcase of a schedule. He does not have a lunch period. Oh—Right. I forgot how common it is here to forgo basic human needs for a report card with a-a-a-a stuttering grades.
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Credits
- Writers
- Blythe Baird