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Sit There


Screaming and yelling

Twirling of hair

I'm sitting here waiting for you to care

You're on your phone not teaching a thing

Stop wasting my mom's tax payer dollars

Im not learning a thing!

 

What kind of teacher are you?

Stop wasting my time

I don't get up at 6 a.m. to sit here amd watch you all of the time

Get off of your butt and start teaching some time today

 

There are students fighting

You still dont care?!

You wasted your mom and dad's money in college learning how to teach

When you only learned one thing

 

How to sit there

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