On the Bus or Off the Bus

We’re riding on the math bus

You’re not even in my class
So I don’t know why
But, we finally get to the place where we are going
 
We all go inside
Our professor hands us our homework
 
The object of this
Seems to be
To make the necessary corrections
Then hand the work back
 
I struggle on the first correction
For a little bit
 
Then go where you sit
To ask for help
 
Just then I notice
The people in the row ahead (well kind of ahead)
Start making out
 
Luckily they have covers
And I’m pretty sure a bed
Yeah, it had to be a bed
 
We’re in some room
There is a divider between the rows
 
But, I know what their doing up there
 
So we start making out too
 
Pretty soon we’re naked
And wrapped around each other
And we still aren’t done making the corrections
 
Well I think that you may be done
I feel stupid for not being done yet
 
“Do you think the professor minds that we’re naked,” I ask
That’s when I realize I’m not naked
I’m wearing socks