I truly don’t enjoy being talked at
Almost as though I’m not in the room
When a professor begins a lesson
I wish for class to end so soon
A teacher’s gift is the treasure of learning
But often times I need help to understand
Only to be denied to knowledge I’m yearning
Why are professors so self-righteous?
After all we pay your salary
So why is it so hard to get respect for us?
When a teacher says, “Do!”
For this very reason
I only wish not to
Professors should be more understanding
If not I may drop out
And have to spend my life pan-handling