It's Our Turn To Speak


      The endless amount of work we do to please you, the stress and frustration that runs through our bodies continuously makes us on edge. Studying over and over, endless pop quizzes, and incredibly hard test that are due to the lack of your teaching. The endless complaining from you because you have so much grading, you assigned it? The squeaky chalk across the chalkboard that makes us cringe, but brings joy to your heart. Seeing us struggle makes you grin from ear to ear. And the overall grades are just a letter to you because you still get paid. It clearly is your job, you should of majored in something different if you're not happy. Stop the anger fired towards us.         

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