A Classroom Experience
written: August 22, 1989
By: Ulysses C. Ybiernas
The day is shady and dreary, no one comes to me. The class is dry and noisy, no professor you to see. I cry, and I pray, no tears to feel, nor voice to hear. Only hubbub that knows not a fancy's end is near. The sweet aroma hastens to enter into the room. Silence then rules, as professor comes in gloom. Fancy talking is again spoken, the end is nearing. I could see their backs to the portal disappearing. The day is shady and dreary, no one comes to me. The class is dry and noisy, no professor you to see. I cry, and I pray, no tears to feel, nor voice to hear. Only hubbub that knows not a fancy's end is near.
One morning of August 22, 1989 in a college classroom, between 9:00 and 9:30 a.m., I felt terribly down. I found myself sitting in a chair, feeling lonely, with no one to talk to, just by myself, waiting for the next class.
In those days, as each day dragged on, I counted the minutes, wishing the hours to go away, and wanting time to pass by me so quickly.
That very day was just one of those days. In such a quiet desperation, I wrote this poem down.