The Most Unusual Thing

I walk along a gravel road
going between useless destinations
I am beginning to fail in my own,
I promise myself I shall do better next time
The sun blazing over me
The endless sky swallowing my sight
wearing clothing that is as boring as the concrete below me
wondering what is in store for the last hour and thirty seconds of this day
At least the sounds of construction give me company
As I walk onto the growing grass they tried to lay
People walking by, showing no emotion
Listening to my iPod for comfort
It is a Friday, and the last day of these nine weeks
carrying a backpack full of materials
in this wasteland of a construction zone called school.