By: Arianna Peralta
Teacher, teacher why are you late?
No, don’t tell me, did you get caught up in cleaning a plate?
Or perhaps you were hung over from a date
But I understand, so I’ll just sit here and wait
And try not to think about the tardy I received
Only being 1 minute late
Teacher, teacher, why do you judge?
Don’t deny it, I can see
How you doubt this sapling will become a large, historical tree
But how can you judge?
When you are supposed to teach us and guide
The diverse ways to ride the lifelong tide
Now, teacher, do you hear me, us?
Or do you still look at these hopeful eyes with utter disgust
Staring at the clock
To go home
Asking how your kids’ classes went
And smile with their responses
Or give an angry call to your son’s teacher
So teacher, just stop and think
What words and actions can do
It can be the difference between
Friends and fiends