Six/disruptive

We sit in our scratchy

School skirts and socks
Rolled down as far 
As we dare
We are being lectured to
About how to be good
Christian wives
Glazed eyes meet the
Teacher's gaze, until
He asks me to interpret
The lesson, and I balk
I hesitate, almost hold
My forked tongue
Before screwing my
Courage to the sticking
Point, replying...
'This lesson doesn't apply
To me, Sir, as I intend
To remain
Unmarried'
I am met with
A moment's silence
Before the lunch bell
Rings us to safety