Lecture Room 1898
Walking into the room,
My books in my hand,
I glance at my desk.
It’s the last row.
Right at the back.
All the students are men,
taller than me, the only female.
I take out my book, and open it, prepare
for the long lecture on science.
The lecturer enters the room.
His grumpy face dulls the mood.
He slams a piece of chalk at the chalkboard, begins
to speak. His voice echoes.
Everyone takes notes.
I drip my pen into the inkwell,
I see the pen drown in a sea of ink.
A single drop of ink cascaded through the air and it seeped through the pages.
I stare at it.
The lecturer's loud voice hurts my ears.
I look out the window, and my mind drifts into thought.
What would it be like in the future?...
Would there be women's rights?
Would schools be different?
Would we all still...exist?
Curiosity fills me.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
I want to explore the world.
I want to know more.
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