I am just another dollar for attendance
My first tardy, my first warning
though you can see on your screen
my record is cleaner than your desk.
Its your first year teaching,
and im sure you can help
but i can't follow you if
you dont know where you're going.
This is you're thirty something year
and its clear you're done
you hand us worksheets with due dates
and dont even look at them
or even at us.
You try so hard
try to get us into college
try to get us to care
but you are as scattered as we are
we move forward slowly.
You talk and talk
but only gibberish comes out
you're asked to explain
but all you do is repeat
don't make me repeat the class.
I dreaded this subject
but you let mistakes happen
and you let us correct them
and they may hate you
but I get it.
You are my stress
the reason i cant sleep at night
you are what scares me like nothing else
for some, you are why they try harder, aspire for the best
but you make me understand, that i am less.
I only took this class to blow it off
so I do
we listen to you ramble and ramble
play games to distract you
and then slip out the door
laughing at you.