How I'll Make the Change
All growing up I couldn’t beat out that “C”
English was the topic that just took hold of me
I got worked up and I knew I’d never pass
But then this teacher, she just plain changed the class
English wasn’t only pronouns, verbs, and conjunctions
It was a class with a purpose, a true and known function
We read about lives, and wrote about our passions
And it all came clear to me, this seatbelt I had to fasten
I was diving in deep, falling head over heels
This class showed me who I am, I mean what a great deal
If a teacher can show me this, and I want to make a change
What better job could I go after, than the English teaching rage?
This class changed my life, and if my class could do the same
Why am I still pondering? It’s how I’ll make the change!
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