Teach
The time for silence has come to an end, allow me to come forth and tell the tales we all know yet do not speak. How does one not pay attention to the class? How can one overlook the rest? Not give the help we need, the questions we want unanswered and problems left unsolved. Teacher how the hell can you overlook the rest? Not see us although our hands are raise up higher than the kid in the next row? The attention we need, the help we deserve goes unnoticed by those who are our educators. How does this seem fair? The life, our reality is not fair as we all like to think. Those who need assistance dont get it, those who do nothing get the help. How can this happen. Why does this happen. Please oh saints do not feed us the next lie you have set up. Get on with it, and teach what is needed to be known.
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