Course of history

Third period, a history class, a freshman and his friend.
The teacher's voice was a horse that galloped smooth-soled through green pages of
A textbook, panned delivery grown eager for home turf.

A teenager, a history class, a dulled unsated mind.
The freshman's thoughts were a riderless mount lost in battle for a moment of
Attention, spanned recovery thrown off by what he's worth.

Less the quiet type, he's less the shy and quiet type he's loud.
Less the fiery type, he's less the fiery bully type he's calm.
Less the known for all his hours in classroom contact.
Less the unknown for conspiring, there the freshman and his friend.  

More the average kid, he's more the average teenage kid he's fine.
More the neighbor's kid, he's more the kid next door we're sure he's fine.
More the understood for all his framed intentions.
More the misread for his planning, there the freshman and his friend.

Third period, a history class, a freshman and his friend.
The teacher's face was a deer that looked shock-still through rimmed wire glasses
At a textbook case of violence, unfold vision of scorched earth.