School, I'm Having Trouble Taking You Serious

As I sit trapped in my desk with no where to put my legs, all my wandering mind can even fathom focusing on is the feel of sun on my skin, the smell of a good book, and ink flowing from pens.  I desperately want to get up, walk out, and run around with warmth on my back and grass licking at my feet and a book in my hands.  Is that too much to ask?