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Highschooler's Reflection


Taught from our peers
For four flourishing years
Of youth
Sickly and uncouth

Being modeled into maturity
So we're told by authority

Once did I see
A reflection of me
Speaking words from history
Physical philosophy

Teaching what I wanted to be
More than just conservation of energy
Or Newton's fruit falling from the tree
But not everyone was set to believe

Futures and lives with a little bit of time
And effort

But as we grew through the halls
Like vines through time
Teachers were not all
As impressionable as mine

If there's one thing to learn
About your students who do yearn
To not be stressed over one stupid test
Who may not confess to trying their best

That they need a role model

Someone that they could see
And say "you're a reflection of me"
Keeping their minds free
From the troubles of puberty

Creation and contemplation
Not learning trivial facts of the nation
Oh send them a wonderful sensation
Of pondering a question

Keep them engaged
And not enraged
It's easy to get lost past the first page
When you don't realize you're setting the stage

Students are curious
With out the problems they could worry less
About finishing a packet that is pointless

Students want to see your passion
To establish a connection
To solidify a reflection
In themselves, a revelation

Waiting to occur
And if it is their own doing that they deter
Look past the yelling and their slurs
Because their childhood was probably just like yours

Keep them from saying "highschool was bullshit"
Make a challenge and let them call to it
So that the memories they have from sitting in classes
Aren't just staring at the clock and sitting on their asses


 


 

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