SH*T YOU CAN'T SAY TO YOUR TEACHER (SCHOLARSHIP SLAM)
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Shit you can’t say to your teacher:
“I’m tired,”
For she will think you didn’t sleep enough last night.
“I’m really distracted,”
For she will think you have no interest in learning.
Students yelling over top one another
I can’t hear a sound over their nonsensical rants
You try to make them settle down
You shush, yell over top of them to gain control
For my teachers, you're doing your job.
Free is what you make but you never stop.
To the school I'd like you to be out of a job.
One day, you'll see how you messed us up and now we can't stop.
Go ahead,
Pat yourself on the back.
You’ve set yet another class up for failure.
And averted the blame from yourself.
While you watched football games,
And pretended to grade papers,
learning and yearning for more
isn’t that what we’re brought up to believe in?
what we want to see, we can go through the ringer
and maybe that’s bringing us
Teach me to tinker
Teach me to play
Give me a chance to do it my way
Help me explore
Help me to try
Give me a chance to fail and to fly
Show me a way
Then let me do
Oh teachers you don’t seem to get,
That we have our lives to set
We don’t have time for your busy work,
This is only making us overwork
You say we have time for everything,
Well teachers, you did it.
You succeeded in breaking us.
We’ve been stressed beyond our explosion point,
Cried for no apparent reason,
And have had several mental breakdowns.
Have you ever had one of those teachers?
The one who wants to be your BESTEST friend, like ever.
Who has this overwhelming need to tell your every detail about their child,
I am an Athlete of the Mind.
My mind is an engine;
With pistons firing non-stop, all the time.
Constantly creating anew;
Continually trying to prove,
That I am just as good as them.
Gym class my be fun
for me I want to Run
I maybe the girl that slows down the line
I maybe the girl who looks like she does not try
I maybe the one you yell at to go faster, keep up
but never slow down
Sir, please: look at the pretty girl back there. Her hand's raised.
You know the one; she's always having a good time with friends.
Dear Ms. Teacher,I gotta say your class is really fun. We talk about topics that I never knew a ton,of.There are days where all we do in class is talk. About politics and the news, we don't have time to gawk.
I know you struggle to contain the class
I struggle to contain my temper
I value my education
I treasure your teachings
I do my best every day
I listen when you talk
Beneath my size 7 converse kicks lies my professor,
Mangled, tangled, and soon to be the rare gem.
This 10 page paper, like really though
Its bad enough we have a quiz, test, h.w, lecture, and final
Teachers really are the key to our future success,
But they do tend to test us students at times
With their cliché lines about how studying the text
Can make you the best prepared for the test,
Why do you insist
That I’m like everyone
Else
When clearly I’m not
Clearly I know
More
Clearly I understand
More
Clearly I like
A challenge
Why do you insist
I'm not getting an education.
I'm there to pass a test.
To make the school system
look good.
I'm not getting an education.
I work my butt off.
I'm there to get a grade.
I don't learn.
I almost ran away over the weekend.
Yelling pierced the air and spilled from the door,
And I couldn’t take it anymore.
So I got in my car and started driving.
How come everytime you hear talking, you think it's me?
You accuse.
I look around the classroom, and I see other students mouths being used.
This is stupid!
I'm getting in trouble, and I did not even contribute.
To question the validity of my teachers through the years
Is to question the following lessons I hear:
There was one to crush my dreams
And one to learn I won't make teams
A student cries
This isn't fair
A teacher replies
Well life isn't fair
I sit and look on
Troubled by what is going on
...life isn't fair?
Is that your idea of justification?
