Not Me

Don’t pick me,

Please don’t pick me.

Pick the one ahead

Or the one behind,

To the left or to the right

Or near the back of the room,

Over there in the corner

Front row or back.

Don’t pick me.

Please, please don’t pick me.

I didn’t study,

I didn’t prepare.

I’m not ready for this.

I have no ready answer,.

I didn’t even hear the question.

I’ll be made the fool.

All eyes will be focused on me, then laugh

When I mumble and stumble, nothing to say.

What classroom is this?

What subject are we studying?

What textbook?

What page?

What day of the weeK?

What is my name?

Don’t pick me.

Please, please, please don’t pick me.

My hand is not up.

I’ve sunk lower in my seat.

My eyes are downcast

Studiously studying nothing at all.

The hands of the others are waving

All eager to offer an answer correct.

My hand creeps slowly up

Not wanting to be so obvious,

To blend in and attract no attention.

Don’t pick me.

Please, please, please, please don’t pick me.

I can feel the focus of teacher’s attention

Scanning the class for a most likely target

To pounce on and drill with the question.

I feel the eyes drifting my way.

I must have a target pinned on my head.

Drawing a circling bead that narrows on me,

Caught in the headlights, frozen like a deer.

Wait for it. Wait for it.

You know that it’s coming,

Finger draws tight on the trigger.

An explosive report.

YOU!

Give me your answer !!!

Not me.

Please, not me.

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