school woes: two periods left in the day

it is thick, palpable, tangible
i hold it in my hand and roll it from one side of my palm to the other
watch it loll lazily, sluggishly, slowly
it makes my eyes feel heavy,
falling to half-lid--
a sad proclamation of the state of things--
it pours sand under my skin
and makes it impossible for me to move but to drag myself
from one place to the other
this tiredness, this weariness, this rot inside my bones
distracts me and i am the minute hand
ticking each second away methodically