He wanted to say...

Seated on the front roll
Chin elevated
Eyes sweeping the lecture hall's ceiling
Thinking perhaps of the writing on the board?
No!
A sudden lurch of the shoulders
He turns...
Mouth opens slightly
And let out a groan accompanied with the words;
Why am I here?...
Deep Introspection were Ill  advised in this particular class
As the lecturer snatched him clean off his daydreaming with a roar
"Come tell the class what you're thinking about" he said, giving him the mic
So there he was standing in front of his peers shell shocked and a sudden drought encroaching the inner regions of his mouth...

He wanted to say ;
Learning can sure make you smile
And beat the world by a mile
But does one actually smile?
When it's an endless loop of regurgitation of both prehistoric and historic facts and files...

He wanted to tell of how he has had his heart ripped apart more times than he could remember
How the unholy trinity of sex, drugs and alcohol has sucked him into the remorseful bermuda triangle of sketchy attendance, failed tests and uncompleted assignments
How all this has made his heart black with bad blood

He wanted to tell a story of a girl he knew in his first year
Smeared with naivety and reeked with Innocence
All which came with a beautiful face and body, an obvious bullseye for skilled predators
He'd dare tell of how she took up more social vices than were known to him
How by the skin of her teeth survived three STD's and two abortions in just her third year

He wanted to say how his GP was drowning in an ocean of his own vices
How all efforts of "life jacketing" it  have failed...

All these and more he wanted to say
But it would be like gliding blindfolded down a brae

So all he finally mustered from his lips underneath his breath were;

Roses are red
Violet and blue
The university system is lead
Meant to poison you...