Big poem blog

Marcus sank into the little brown chair. He had never been so bored in his entire life, and Bethany wasn't even in class today. I wonder if she's skipping out with Josh. He would have to ask Stephanie about it at lunch.
Marcus flung his hand up. "Mr. Karzynski?" he blurted, as the entire class turned to look at him. "Can I go to the bathroom? I have to go really bad."
Mr. Karzynski looked dumbfounded as he turned away from the blackboard. "Um... alright..." he stammered, his eyes bulging beneath a pair of thick tortoiseshell glasses. "The hall pass is on my desk."
Marcus shot up from his seat and hurried out of the room. When he closed the door he saw half the class looking at him with envy. I bet you dweebs had wished you'd asked first, huh?
In the hall, he glanced up at a poster taped to the wall. "Knowledge is power," it read. Marcus wondered if that was really true, or whether it was just something that dweebs said to justify their propensity for cowering behind the written page.

The remainder of the day passed by uneventfully.