bad teachers
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A week in and it’s feeling normal.
Empty and cold.
I stalk the hallways alone.
Unwanted contact.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Foot to knee.
Oh my God my brain is melting as you speak! You don't need to explain poetry to us, we are not two. You don't have to stress sounds or make us bang our fists on the table to emphasis the round.
Teachers say and teach what they have to,
for a kid to use what might not be true.
They stray from reality and delve into a lecture blind as one can be,
but do they truly see?
Few genuinely care,
Questions I ask,Sometimes I get no reply.I do the math, but I won’t add upAnd you can’t explain to me why.
She watches us all,
and yells down the hall.
Everyone runs,
and yells "hear she comes."
We call her Dresscode Natzi.
As I walk into another classroom, I see the dreaded grin on my teacher’s face.
“Hello students!” She declares, as I take my seat in my assigned place.
Teachers amaze.
How some teach thinking, others mindless repitition...
I say: "to the teachers of thought we owe much,"
No matter what is learned, our minds espand. As do our horizons.
Potassium Hydroxideteaches Chemistry.Hey, Potassium Hydroxide:You are known to every studentfor being less than prudentwhen it comes to the fire alarm.On the lab tables you light
