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by tinanpau

December 11, 2013

I can't say it. I can't say it. I raise my hand.

I don't need help. My pride is in the way.

I want to scream and shout for the attention.

Do we use this knowledge later in our lives?

Do we need to know what the pythagorean theorem in our lives?

We should be learning to pay bills, how to buy houses, how to fend for ourselves.

Are you even teaching? Teaching from your own knowledge?

Cause all I hear is students TAP TAP TAP away with their pens.

Say teacher would you sit in your own class room and pay attention to your own

words? Or would you fall a sleep, cause the words that are spoken don't belong

to be kept inside the head.

Teacher, oh teacher. Your class is crap. I wouldn't say it I can not say it.

Your bias, needs and judgemental teachings would be one sided. Say teacher?

This is the stuff I would never say.

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zephyrmanDec 11, 2013

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