School spirit.

I'm raising my hand. Please tell me I'm valuable. My questions are thoughtful aren't they? Haven't I done well? Why won't you answer me? I don't want to forget. It's a good one. I might even give YOU something to think about professor! Or you could reprimand me. That would be fine too. Won't you teach me? Engage me in conversation, wed me to knowledge! I sit. Hand raised. It's sagging. Getting tired. Support it at the elbow with my left hand. Head tilted. What?!? Why did you call on her? She raised her hand way after me! Good question though. I'll give her that. But what about mine? It won't be as pertinent now. Oh no, you're starting to switch topics. I'm losing ground quickly. You think I'm rude don't you? Stubborn to keep my hand raised like this. Well I try to put it down but then you trail off at the end of a sentence and I think you're done. But nope, there you go again. Oh, please pick me next. Okay? Yea, yea, he's looking my way. Still talking... sigh. My time will come.