To draw or not to draw: that is the question:
Whether tis favorable to endlessly
Stare at the walls as the teacher drones, on and on into eternity
Or to take up the mighty mechanical pencil,
And relish in the comfort of graphite moving against the sketchpad. To doodle, to draw-
To ignore the lectures-and by delving into the imagery
Would thust end the suffering my brain endures called learning! To doodle, to draw-
To draw-perchance to escape: ay, that’ll be the day,
For in that drawing lays a growing wall
Blocking the educational path,
Allowing tiny words to seep in one ear and out the other
Precious are not the words
That enters and leaves my brain:
For who could understand those speeches,
The teachers’ scold, the lessons delayed,
The sketchbook to be set aside, eyes and ears, and face, and brain to the front!
The education that leads to the college that leads off to life’s road, which I pass by taking
Side roads drawn by that mechanical pencil
Have others followed this path of classroom doodling?
To make or break the grade: my eyes stare at the wall,
But the pencil calls me back to my sketching.
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