The Biggest Distraction

Fri, 05/24/2013 - 21:16 -- azhao15

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First Period-
I’m busy running a T-test,
Juggling sample means
And standard deviations;
But then-
Vibrations
Buzzing so hard against my leg;
My phone asks, pleads, begs
Demands
That I check it.
I know I shouldn’t.
But come on…
Just a look,
A quick peek,
You know,
A really, really, really fast one
I promise.

It’s from my best friend:
“OMG he asked me out! Yes!”
Twenty exclamation marks,
No less.
They all ask, plead, beg,
Demand
That I text back.
I know I shouldn’t.
But come on…
Just a text,
A small one,
You know,
A really, really, really short one
I promise.

Last Period-
I’m struggling
Trying to bury my head into
Jefferson and Madison and Monroe.
I feel my phone again.
Sitting nicely in my back pocket.
My fingers itch-
Four numbers
And I could check my Facebook.
My phone entices, cajoles, tempts,
Seduces

Me to use it.
I know I shouldn’t.
But come on,
Just a look
A quick peek,
You know
A really, really, really fast one.
I promise.

Homework-
I can’t focus
Not on those
Crazy formulas on the page.
My phone is jumping
Up and down.
It asks, pleads, begs
Demands
That I access it.
I know I shouldn’t,
But come on,
I have plenty of time.
You know
Hours to finish my homework.

Two hours later,
My paper is blank.
I have done nothing.
Nothing but cave in
To my cell phone’s
No,
To my own temptations.

First period the next morning,
I feel my phone in my back pocket.
I pull it out,
And press down hard, on the power button.
The screen goes black.
I have turned it off.

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