Does anyone have a question?

There were six of us in the front row of desks in our class
Three desks immediately to the left of the door and
And two full rows of six desks further left from us
The back row by the window had a view of the promenade
The second grade of the gymnasium, classroom two
Old building, third floor
First classroom hour
Lesson of psychology, preparation of the discussion
Stages of cognitive development, socialization
Development and dynamics of personality
Too much beer last night
Who said beer
Music much too loud, little sleep
Psychology
If possible, postpone the discussion
Second school hour, geography
A strong south wind is blowing
The professor smokes on the way to school
A scout from the back bench by the window reports
He turns to light a cigarette and continues in the opposite direction
After five minutes he will understand and turn around
We must be losing ten minutes
It is geography, pity
Third school hour, mathematics written assignment planned
Urgent measures must be taken to cram paper into the old wood stove
fumigation of the classroom
The professor has asthma
Cruel and mean fumigation when the lady enters
Nice person, but she has one flaw, she teaches mathematics
We certainly postpone the written assignment
Mathematics solved in a hellish plan
We go through all that and then comes history
The professor is teaching and in the middle of a lecture he asks if anyone
has any questions
I could have kept quiet and let others ask
Excuse me, professor, why did their king retreat and our king run away?
Isn't that the same?
Then he took the school diary and by the end of a history class, Waterloo
We were falling like a bundle of wheat one after another
Only indignation is heard, but mister professor
But we could hear only the professor's sharp voice, sit, park, enough, end, quiet

And at the end of the day, my favorite literature class
The task was to learn one love song each and recite it in class
I prepared ~Big and Red~ by Prévert
I planned to look at the teacher and recite
None of that, fiasco
She turned me towards Andrew and I had to recite the song to him
to the very end with full emotion
Friday, the end of the school week
Saturday's birthday at Mary's place
Early Sunday morning, an earthquake destroyed the old school building
The third floor with our classroom was now on the lower floor,
The roof is somehow tilted, half of it is missing
People in pajamas in the park and the promenade
No church bells sound from the old town
Birds hide and are quiet