He stares at me again,

and all I can do is nod and pretend to listen.

The words on the board are all a blur to me;

things I've learned the year before and

sure to learn the next.

The kids around me laugh

at a joke I didn't seem to catch.

Its Tuesday and I don't happen to be the best,

Homework kept me up all night,

he wouldn't stop asking questions.

"Stop talking and take notes!"

The teacher yells out, the students snicker and inside I smile.

Its always nice to see the teachers so riled up,

they dance over our' nerves all the time.

I wish there was a way we could just-

"Shaii, what's the answer to number 5?"

Wonderful, he picks on me again, I look up

I stare for a quick second, I want to tell me he could just solve it himself.

That's what he is here for, 'cause he knows all the answers.

But, I restrain and just say, "idk".

He doesn't let it slide, pestering me to answer.

I want to tell him to be quiet and sit down, I don't wanna answer.

But, I restrain and just say, "idk".

He doesn't ask again but I see him mark something in his little dandy notebook.

It reminds me much of that cartoon my little brother watches, Blue Cool or something.

I think teachers think they're cool but their not.

"Mr. Z, can I go to the restroom?" A kid on my left asks.

The teacher looks at her and shakes his head.

She huffs and continues to text on her phone.

I wish I could ask the teacher how'd he feel if someone restricted his bladder.

Or tried to seize his chatter.

"Shaii, can you try your hand at number 7."

"Teacher, can you try your hand at leaving me alone." I didn't say that though.

I didn't answer and suddenly he went on to explain how not participating can lead to a lousy career.

I don't know how this ties into that.

But, suddenly I had a bigger question on mind,

"Is that how you ended up in a lousy career?"

I didn't ask that either though.

I don't even need this class.

I want to be a model, I doubt knowing the names of chemicals on  he periodic table will get me there.

So, why do I possibly need this class, I thought school was to help prepare me for my future.

School sucks and teachers think they know it all,

a bunch of bull if you asked the role call.

I taught my little brother how to tie his shoes.

So, doesn't that make me a teacher?

So, any of us can be a teacher....not someone who's too old to read my essay answers

or needs to practice safe breath

with how close they get to us.

When life hands you teachers,

crush them in your hands.