You stand at your podium

High and mighty, bigger and better

conducting your eager students

creating sounds and noises that come out as beautiful notes

and you gush with proudness, then you stop.

Looking at me with distain, you scream, 

"Why are you so stupid! 

 Why cant you ever get it right?

 Why do you think you even belong here!

 Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?

 You insignificant little speck, leave my sight."

Holding back the anger, I slink to the floor.

All I did was forget to close the door.