scholarship slam 2013 shit you cant say to your teachers

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 I know that im not a baby             you cant individually lecture and hold my hand         Im not asking you to either     But i do ask that you just help me understand     Your teaching history in a room filled with nothing about history     
  Umm.. excuse me
Brittany Robinson 11-20-13 Packing book bags with notebooks pencils and pens glade that the summer has now ended . Between August and September brings a happy excited  New School Year Right ......
caught me eyeing down the ropes thinking "no hope, no hope" climbing up a wooden chair thinking "what's here, what's here" but a new perspective changes things  can't see that bully bully 
caught me eyeing down the ropes thinking "no hope, no hope" climbing up a wooden chair thinking "what's here, what's here" but a new perspective changes things  can't see that bully bully 
I want to learn like any other I want to do my notes my own way. the way you teach is okay, but youre trying too hard! You need to be a teacher, and i a student its senior year for me
                         You tell me it isn't your problem                              But for me this is a problem                         I cant keep up, moving like this
I've sat in class. I've sat there and wondered. Wondered if  you even cared. Cared for what you are molding. Molding these students, these numbers. Numbers that identify us from one another.
I am more than a name,More than a chair's cold frame,More than the bucket meant to catch whatever you can throw,More than the value you care to bestow, Upon me; as you teach "all the world's a stage,"And yet you trap this star within the margins o
You are supposed to TEACH Not JUDGE You always say what you don't do. But what have you done? Are your kids as perfect as you claim they are? NO! you just hide what they have done.
I didn’t know what to do when I was going though this pain. I thought it would get better, But my heart was framed. Looking in your eyes, I saw a burining flame. I saw the hurt, the anger
Just leave me be Everyday is the same for me Waking up to the same nightmare everyday Who the fuck are my teachers to tell me what I can't do or say   They don't know what i go through
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