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