Have you ever noticed how everyone desires the front row at a theater or ballgame, but the back row at church or in school?
Front Row Seat
I, being vertically challenged*, always chose to sit front
row in a classroom,
(Those seats were always available, not the choice seats, I
presume),
Otherwise, I couldn’t see and sometime couldn’t hear what
was being taught,
I listened well and fervently took notes into the notebook
that I brought,
Then one American History class in high school changed my
whole perspective,
We were seated alphabetically, by last name; how rudely
ineffective!
For the first time in my life, I was seated in the back,
It seemed miles away from the teacher; I was completely
off-track,
It was necessary to copy the lesson from the chalkboard, but
alas,
I could not read a word of it, like the others in my class,
I looked around and everyone was writing so intently,
“You can see that?” I
whispered, tapping a girl’s shoulder gently,
To me it all seemed out of focus and totally unclear,
Was I losing my eyesight? …
that was my fear!
Well, my eyesight was poor; I was near-sighted, in fact,
And I had to get glasses when I moved to the back,
I would not have known that based on my choice of seat,
But I still prefer the front, it makes my experience
complete,
I don’t have to look past big heads that are tall,
Or get distracted for no reason at all,
Sitting in the front row may seem really lame,
But I like it there; it’s my comfort zone, just the same.
Tammy Harvey
10/6/2019