To Teach

Sat, 04/26/2014 - 13:54 -- ahnaqvi

Every day

From seven o' clock to three o' clock

Was hell without exception

I dreaded those long hours that seemed to stop time

Watching the hands move in slow motion

Because I felt it was without purpose

Stupid stupid stupid stupid

I was an idiot cretin dunce airhead

Those unfeeling teachers proving it to me with words and grades

I didn’t learn like the others

Books were boring

Lectures were boring

Everything was boring

Maybe I wasn’t so different

But only learned differently

 

I want to teach

For those kids like me

Teach

For those who think they hate to learn

Because no one hates learning

They only hate the way they must

I can change that

 

I can teach because I can sympathize

I know what makes those like me tick

I can channel all that energy

That they put towards deviance

I can use it positively

I can give everyone a fair chance

Even if they are at a disadvantage

In my own small way

As a teacher

I will make the world a better place

And have everyone look forward to that time

Between seven o’clock and three o’clock

 

 

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