The early morning
Yawns fill the classroom.
As does the drone of the teacher’s voice.
I see a light in the corner.
It is flickering.
Three rows of florescent light fixtures.
And that last one, in the last row.
It flickers.
Almost like a strobe light.
But… dimmer.
Or maybe it just appears dimmer.
If we were to turn all of the lights out maybe.
It might.
But, then again, why don’t we turn it off. 
Because we can’t.
Because we are only students,
Stuck in summer school for another week.
All we can do is count down the minutes left,  
And ponder the working of a flickering light.