badteachers
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It started with a sharp point and a pink ball on the other side. My thoughts wonder wonderously as the minute hand laps the hour hand. As my heart synced with the clicking of the clock's minutes so did my hand to my heart and mind.
Student:
Thump, tap, scratch, groan,
Clock sounding ticking tock ticking.
Sigh, glance, slouch, count,
Steps and monotonous lectures.
For years, I have been cheated.
Exceeding your expectations with hesitation.
I don't want to be read to,
I came here to acquire your knowledge because you have a certification.
Why can't you understand, these kids need your help;
All you ever do is play victim and yelp.
We know that you struggle to keep up with us,
But we aren't be taught and you're hurting us.
School is for learning, Not trying to pass tests, But all I learned is how to memorize, From repetition and added stress, Teachers are for teaching, But they only tell, They're there for no money, It's their time that they sell, They tell me I'm
YOU SUCK!
Glad to get that off my chest...
Did you even go to college?
Because your teaching skills aren't the best.
Not only that,
You're classroom is always stuffy,
My eyes glaze over,
His words drown out.
I know he is speaking,
But no words come out.
Pondering between yawns,
Correcting his lessons in my head.
His words never make sense,
