Sitting back in a broken
plastic chair, I spot the
phrase "#963" sloppily scratched on the
wall in Sharpie,
to mark the record for the amount of
Walking out into the concrete
halls, students play with
broken badminton rackets in the gym
and others fail to accurately calculate a question
due to rulers missing lines.
Old televisions hang in the corners of classrooms,
never to be used again except for the occasional VCR tape
and the copy machine in the library
that forces us to find untouched coins.