The Real Teacher
No technolgy use in the class? Fine.
Paper work is how we'll grind.
Professor's ideals are paper, pencil pen.
I guess we'll go through the school with that end.
Work, Work Work equals the lack of communication.
Test, equals frustration.
Why so cruel?
All you do is preach and boss us around while sitting on your stool.
And you expect us to cram?
That's not how you can expect us to learn it well mam.
I want to tell you the we shall learn.
More technology involvement and less paper to burn.
Less test, more review games.
There's some tips to earn you some fame.
This is my opinion of how I want the school to be.
Let's change the to learn from thee
At the end of the year let's try not to be foes.
Mom told me to sit in your class and try to comprehend though.
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