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Benny’s Biography By: Alexis Seith im a kind and carefreey kiddo, and my name is benny hyde. im sory for my speling but, you see, im only 5. my brother-he’s in first grade
It's always been an educator.
M&Ms; and 7upHershey's barReese's Peanut Butter CupSnickers and a drink of Mountain DewThere are three flavors of Charleston ChewTwix; Twin BingSalted Nut Roll is kingI really could eat them after / with anything Breakfast, lunch, dinner and
Dear faceless words, You've given me so much. Your voice changes with what you say, An echo of your many names. As a wandering traveler, you taught me to see beauty.
She was 30 and wore her hair in a plain ponytail and she taught science at the only high school in this tiny town. She didn't even live here; rather, she lived in a tinier,
Dear Uncertain Teachers, You may have noticed some features some things I'm insecure about but I'm here to tell you without a doubt that I am a boy.
As a child, so fragile, so pure you broke my confidence as the blood rushed to my face when you said that I would never be anything in front of the whole class
The student is where you start.The ultimate level one always in your heart.It is the beginning of all goals.Goals that develop into roles.
The lake I lingered as I tossed and turned, I dipped my feet in a pool of fury-- it burned. I scent the smell of burning ashes pondering in the midst, The nostalgia of a reserved and reimbursing scene, yet
We think we are invincible, trusting our bodies to extreme levels Holding our drinks to be downed before daylight while sucking out the moisture from our skins in the cold, damp moonlight
These classes are higher than stormy waves, And are taught at such a hasty pace! I know, the teacher never promised me all A’s, But will they offer very little grace!
Buzzing with your rainbow dreams All those diamond cities scream Is everything just what it seems? Golden people planning schemes
In the morning he bitterly swore Sunlight on his mahogany drawers How much he hated school Because the teachers didn’t care
This class is really dumb. Time doesn’t seem to ever pass. But I’m starting to feel numb, to the idiocy of our class. Our teacher’s lessons seem muddled,
"You can't learn," he says stern. "You will fail," he preaches. But is it the fault of the students who can't learn, Or the man who can't teach us?
I had a math teacher When I was in eighth grade We' d hang out at his house And play video games I thought it was a little strange I thought he was weird But, he let us smoke weed
Children are our future we should value them as such Education is important, and it isn't asking too much To fund our universities and schools with as much money as we can
Walking in to my class it seems like a nice day until my teacher decides she has something to say. She pulls me aside and slowly I die. No matter how hard I try to be good,
I’ve always enjoyed reading, writing, learning But I’ve never enjoyed having to attend school Ever since childhood, school has made me feel…
So many stresses, Day after day after day! It makes my head hurt! The pain in my head Can feel like a volcano Filling me with dread!
I sit and stare Trying to care Trying to decipher the point behind your words Weeding out your bullshit
A poem is something I don’t normally do I wanted to be president, Or a doctor Or something cool School got hard, which is nothing new Books got bigger, text got smaller Rules were long, I got confused
My German teacher Who taught me how to speak German. Who taught me that it’s fun to learn a new language.
Today, Socrates rolled over in his grave.
You're a bitch. Calling out someone for not knowing how to do a problem Isn't helping them learn. You're an ass. Making fun of a student for not being able to speak clearly
Me :noun a. family member: 1. a loving sister who talks too much, 2. a devoted daughter who is full of questions;
Weather at home or school They surround us always Showing and guiding us down the right paths the unseen helping hands the forgotten pushes we needed they surround us whether your aware or not
Excuse me sir! I didn't mean to stare
A video in support of education and teachers, made to show solidarity with the BC Teachers during their strike in 2014.
High School: Definition of self-loathing
My teacher:“Go and write a poem tonighta leaf that speaks of intellectualism not fright.”
I live in a world where 1+1 equal 2
Mrs. Swann never struck the back of my head. No! She held my hand and put a pencil in it. She asked me to write diligently. No comma splices, run-on sentences, split-infinitives, informal language, and
High school junior and the pressure is all here Where the adults tell you whether or not Your future is clear And all the numbers you've feared For so many years
Pots Everywhere. Glaze on the table. People building animals. Teapots strewn around the room. Teacher telling what to do.
Some teachers are nice, others are smart. Mine is just fat and smells like a fart.
What determines your stride of the day? Your look in the mirror, or what everyone may say? The mirror is a friend and truly a confidant, and based on how you make yourself feel, you'll hear what you want.
Speaking for others has never been my style,but I promise you this will be worth your while.
Students be quiet Get your book and papers out make you parents proud
What's the point of even trying anymore? I’ve lost the fight And I don’t give a crap about you
Why are we called only smart When we excel in Math or Language Arts Great athletes who struggle in these fields Are called dumb, despite their amazing yields
She sits alone, to be out of sight. Unheard. She hides behind the booming voices of unorganized chatter. Screeching people.
The Man who shot is not the name to rememberWhen horror came to the fourteenth of December
I miss being a kid when life was fun Now all I am is on the run Trying to hustle and work to come up with that tuition money
What happened to back in the day, when the grown men would teach the younger ones to behave. But now we look around, and men of all ages and races have their pants to the ground. But thats my generation.
When I speak of love I aim my voiceto my parents who brought me hereand taught me how to deal with the cruelties of the world,my freshman year english teacher who cared even after I left
You know that it’s stupid if you over-analyze it. You know that it’s stupid if it is extraneous. For this reason, what happened four months ago is stupid. I remember how late it was, almost dark for that matter
Well we know it's hard to believe that just a few years ago we were naive. You told us we would grow up and we asked you to remember us while we were small. You taught and shaped who we are
To take away from humanity, and to be stolen from nature. We have yet to decide which should be mandatory.
How can you tell me to act my age when you treat me like a little kid?
school rules right i mean i guess noone ever knows, what is school really about people come for friends relationships and family but they never consider that an education
It’s 3 in the morning.
Teachers. Real teachers. What is the meaning of being a teacher?
I thought if I jumped, I'd fly to the moon and dance among stars. I thought if I jumped, I'd soar above my parent's hopes for me. I thought if I jumped,
A Life Never Lived I hear them quarrel About my life So cold and immorel Words like a knife The truth is ungloved
It was a normal Friday morning.
Everyone wishes for something,
Everyone wishes for something, like those who dream to sing. And it is my wish to capture the pure moments of rapture, of faces rarely seen. There are so many in this world,
We enter this world ready to learn and grow, Each of us vulnerable to information we do not yet know. While some are blessed with strong bonds and foundations from the start,
One job. One path. No money. "You will get a job." "There is no money in teaching." "You will be great!" "I would never have the patience to work in Special Education."
A child of a certain age when reading is a pain Is asked, “Well, Jane what did you learn today?” Without a thought in her brain nor reaction in the chain She’ll say, “Um, not much,” just like always.
Danielle's my favorite teacher I'd tell her all the time If she wasn't far too busy Keeping me from knives She told me that she loved me And when I asked her "why?"
Dear Synthetic Division, I don't detest. I don't understand you. It's not you. It's me or maybe the teacher who stands in front of the class ranting in a foreign language we call
Would you do it? Kill a friend? If you killed a child, Would it end? An elderly man Wheelchair bound, Would you knock him To the ground? What of a dog Battered and beaten?
When I was a small child I would dream I would dream reams ha woul ake me far off, the dreams made me an astronaut on a space ship the galaxies were mine to control, i wold surf the skies
I’m no longer a cub No longer a kid I don’t take baths in the tub I am an adult amid All this confusion All this illusion That I can fend for myself That I can learn for myself
Public school teachers, the backbone of society Expected to teach our future. Intercity teachers, strong, necessary Expected to teach our future, While students are facing external issues,
Dear Math Teacher, I know that 2+2=4 So instead of reviewing this 2nd grade lesson Teach me how to have at least a decent credit score Dear History Teacher,
I enter the pantry enclosed by rectangular shaped daggers Sharper than swords, these penetrate the mind The chef stands adjacent to the board, ready to “teach” the lesson
This is Just To Say…
I’m sitting here, Playing with my pencil, Doodling on my paper; You’re rambling on about nonsense, The implicit derivative of some long equation. I think I heard you say cosine?
Memorizing data to spit back out verbatim That’s not learning Banking our self-worth on a letter That’s not learning Staying up so late that the book get’s blurry and our brain gets fuzzy That’s not learning
Living in a world where it’s a crime to be sad If you aren’t starving or deprived… Maybe, I’m just a whole lot of mad When I can’t take a break from the things that craze me The things that break me
I try. That is all I can do, All I know how to do. Yet my principal says that's not good enough, My counselor says I need a higher goal. But what is it worth telling them?
Dry Eyes By McCoy Crawford Students drop in like rain from their previous classes The teacher sets up the projector
Allow me to clear my throat first Ahem, Fuck you, English Teacher, with the same capital F You gave me on that paper you refused to accept I know my ABCs and my punctuation
Education has stopped being about the students If this insults you and you think we should apologize for our rudeness Then we are glad we have grasped your attention
Thank you teachers for showing me the way Thank you for guiding me down the path to success Thank you teachers for showing me how to express myself Thank you for guiding me down the aisle
Lemme just tell you my story. First this is not a safe place, so called school. Everywhere is a ring, Full of fighters. Oh you think you can help? Then forgive my mistake.
If I had a dime for every time I've head a student say, "I could have just stayed home from school today," I could pay for my college tuition. And I always used to wonder how
Teachers should provide their students with Materials Materials Mateials needed for school, the future, and life itself. Showeroig their studens with warmt an are, beng another support system apart from their family
To all of my school faculty,
Oh, can you not bend over on front of my face? You're really in my personal space. Like seriously, can you not try to spit when you talk? I should've hit the snooze on my alarm clock.
Bullying, A double edged sword. You take the pain, But what is it like to inflict it? You find your target, You spit out some words, That have been spat at you.
Don't do this, don't say that Oh, here's some "food" that'll make you feel like crap Is that not enough? Would you like some more? How about I give you a pop quiz that'll drop your score.
I'm really glad right now
Humans all can behave the same. We can look similar, But we are different, obtaining fame. Some not, though you think we're all familiar. We come from everywhere. From apartments to streets to the hotels,
For all my teachers of all my grades, there's good ones and theres bad, the good memories will never fade,
Say Something Rebecca-Lin Talmadge They say this is good for us This place will be our home But they don't warn you of the hate you will face
LN Wildcats don’t need your advice Throwing up hands and rolling the dice If our whack teachers had enough spice Then they wouldn’t be paying the price Math’s a subject unknown to me
When your teacher tells you your skirt is too short or your top is too low and you know that when you walk into math class, the reason your raised hand is getting ignored isn't 'cause you're stupid,
I'm just a number A nameless face you'll forget next year You only care about my grade
Just one second, please. The slashes and dashes of that velvet red pen Its pretty intimidating, how your life is judged based off of A grade The number of check marks The percentage.
I was always told to dress the part so I put on my costume. A white collared shirt, A skirt to my knees And a mask of a forced smile Along with a face covered in pounds of makeup,
Hiding behind my books, slumped over my desk Head down in defeat, as I stumble over each word
Yo teach, I’m fed up with this shit! Judge me not by the color of my skin, This olive complexion given by genes.
***I would suggest watching the video that I have uploaded rather than reading the actual poem.
Seven periods, one break, almost ten hours in school! The lesson is fast, my brain is now slow, an almost incompetent tool. The day has begun, we are in period one, Damn, nine more hours to go.
The right to an education, Is guaranteed. To everyone. This means that we are all, On even ground in school. And have equal opportunities to learn And excel in our studies. But just where
To my teacher from Math, Whom, by the way, really needed a bath, To this man who resembled an ape, I would kick in his lower geometric shape. To my teacher from Biology,
Hello teachers, principals, and staff, This is our time, our mind, our thoughts, Now step back. Sit down, pay attention, focus
It's your turn to listen to me now.
Flourescent Lights assualt me as the dirty school walls swallow my being, my mind, my will. The nagging bell barks "class time" and as I sit in your hard plastic boxes which
Get to the point I say! It’s another day and to my dismay My education is being taken away Because one kid called another “gay”
Teachers better start caring About what their students know. Instead of teaching just for the grades Of the students—it's all a big show. When you step out of the class room,
So many times you hear the word change.
The principal brought me into his office. I was a bad student for a day. I spent my time there in awkward silence as the principle took me through the actions today.
Some times I want to tell you things, but you just stare into the wall as if the students were there.
I understand that you're human You need to understand that I'm human too I understand that you have bad days like everyone else can You need to understand many things can paint a teenager blue.
I wouldn't open up to you if I could... I wouldn't give you a chance even if others say I should...
School is Supposed to be a sacred place, School is Supposed to be a safe space, Every student requires an equal opportunity, A choice of their own Between success and failure.
I stroll into the room only a second after the bell, And before I can even get all the way in, she's giving me hell! I'm like Teach, Miss, I get what you're saying
Walking the halls Is harder than you think Losing friends Can happen in a blink Having stress And feeling depressed Are all the things I'm trying to express
He sits at his desk night and day. He reads from the monitor its boring I say. He looks up and with a monotone face he opens his mouth its sexist today. I wish to put him away
Who gives a fuck?!
School is where we come to learn and get an education and be successful.
Shit you can’t say to your teacher? It should be titled Shit I Should Say Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
I can’t stand it. Everyone thinks that they know better, But they don’t.
When I sit in your class Concentrating hard, Your goal is aparent, Only to bombard. Questions then statements, Rude and nice, Don't tell me to be "As quiet as those mice".
The only student with a hand down in class The one in the back She’s trying to listen She’s staying on track The boy in suspension He’s nothing but trouble
Teachers don't fathom I'm misunderstood by them It isn't fair for us
Trauma: The Most Powerful Lecture By: Matthew Luz
I've put much thought into this
You think you know it all but you don't Yes you have college degree but that doesn't mean yor better Your just a regular person who decide to do somehing with their life well good you
Like Usual, I wake up at 5:15 5:15 for what? Yes, you've guessed it -School How would I ever like this thing called school after having to wake up so early daily? I'm not a morning person
I look at the kid in row 3, whose sweat is dripping while he taps his feet. Dyslexia is causing him the pain of deciding whether the answer is 89 or 98. Our teacher just sits in the back of class, while the kid in row 3 fails math.
Why should I respect you? When you feed me propaganda- I don’t react pleasantly. Oh credit cards are the devil and fracking is great- REALLY?
Teachers are paid to teach,
I may be quiet, I may be shy, but that doesn't mean recognition will kill me. What I'm doing right -homework, quiet, listening- even if everyone else is disregarding your voice,
My body is strapped in, held fast in place. The mountainous load smacks the desk with full force Dust disturbed from where it was resting. I reach for the topmost paper, trembling I slide it down
You can go on and all about the games, the football. But when will you teach us? Give the students the things they need for success. You have a required graduation class, yet you harass,
Many teachers give requirements that they can't even keep. Standards giving to us that they can’t even meet. How you gon tell me to be on time to class, but you always late to teach. What if i said "you late get a pass".
Ever since elementary
Stop telling me to shush We’re not in the third grade You’re not my mother You can’t control what I say …or maybe you can When I get a bad grade You tell me not to be scared to ask why
Morning sounded prettier to a young girl than the afternoon. Piegon toed and bugged eyed walking to the bustop at an early time she did not know existed Saw the most human beings she'd ever seen in her life: 20.
Do you eve
teachers should connect with their students more, they should talk about important issues in their students lives like bullying, and make the classroom a welcoming environment
No! Why? Don't do that! Don't make me take off my nail polish. Don't make me take off my ankle socks. Don't dictate what shoes I can wear. Why should we tuck in our shirts? Do our shirt-tails really matter?
We have all had that one teacher, The Boring one, If education was a taste, they would be a rice cake. The Strict one, This person is the Sargeant of your class, and you are a private.
In front of others you say we are your top priority but behind closed doors you say you only do it for the money That it matters not if we learn or not But you still getting paid Not Fair Is What I Say
Sometimes I wonder if they even care about the blank stares and those unprepared and those that are scared.
Thank you so much for last year. I want to thank you for the tears, the subtle insults, and the ignoring, I probably took it too much to heart anyway. Thank you so much for this year.
Is all you care about is your health ? If you're healthy, then we are? Is it because im black you think im dumb?
When you were in school, what did you learn? Did they teach you how to hide the fear in an urn? Did your teachers ever face the problems that burned
Hi, I’m John Nice to meet you Mr. Textbook
There are some students who don't respect. There are those who don't care about their teachers. Respect them and they will recommend
There he is. That kid again. That kid that makes you want to scream. That kid you want to ignore. That kid you doubt and belittle and regard as just another punk teenager bound only for the
Sometimes I imagine that Robin Williams is my teacher. He calls us up from the desks that have confined us in strict learning patterns, and we abandon convention. We carpe the shit out of every diem.
Please think back to when you scolded, those kids with talents you could have molded. Now they're wandering out and about, is it them, or did you doubt? Try to approach smile and grin,
I looked over at him, sitting on the floor Knees bent, heart open, letting only himself be revealed I'd never seen a teacher like this Could he really be only human? When asked his fears, he looked down
For what it’s worth I know how you feel I can speak to you but we both know we can’t say the truthI know what it’s like for you and trust me when I sayIt sucks for us too.
Who's to blame?We're all just so different,we take it for granted that we're right;point the fingers at anyone elseand mock the system.Just consider this:maybe we have our own way
We need better facilities We need better curriculum We need computers that actually work We need smaller class sizes We need our photography program back We need people to talk to We need fairness
You were a kid once, you once had teachers of your own for many months Now you're teaching for an income, is it your passion, is it even fun?
It’s that time of year again. Labor Day rolls around and summer comes to a disappointing close; so ends our brief, innocent repose. We're back in those uncomfortable desks
your snide commentary about our collective thoughts puts everyone down you're the reason that we dread coming to your class
She clings to her rules As tightly as she ties her bun No piece out of place, Polished and proper. For her there is only one; One way to answer One way to think One way to question
Given the chance, I would take a stand, And tell you that you’re wrong. Given the chance, I would make you listen To the frustration you cause me.
You Inspired me: to be a better student, to work harder, to be more social You Helped me: get involved in the community, realize my potential, seek my passion. Mr. McRoberts, you:
you were the first to noticethough not the first to teachall of the skills i'd need in lifeand the scabs i could not reach
Teachers! Why not engage? Maybe that will change How us as students interact to your lesson plans and stats Let's change how things are done You know, Lessons that are more interesting and fun
There is no good morning when I sit in this class at 7am I don’t give a care about what you’re sayin How would listening to you rant help me Achieving a dream, is this how it’s supposed to be?
Is it any wonder, Why it's hard to wake up. The repetitive mornings, What do we have to look forward to? Everyday is the same. A monotonous environment No spontaneity.
Teaher's of the classroom, look around every once in a while, you will see a different side, where there is a distance of a mile. Day after day you stand and lecture, while students stare at their phones, can't you see that their faces are blue,
A desk has reason on its surface But not always do they deserve us. We project our feelings and our distaste; We act like learning is all a race But we can trust, if all else fails
It's a Wednesday in November And I'm struggling to keep my eyes open I must look a mess My eyes are droopy And my hair is unbrushed I'll admit, I didn't try at all this morning
School is back, its that time again teachers are wack, i get to see friends if theres one thing i dont like its a loner but overall i hate homework teachers need to stop with all of this domework
You can't tell your teachers that the reason you didn't write your essay, is because your hands were clutched around that cold porcelain bowl- throat filled with acid, your fingers shaking and white,
Oh shitty shit shit who stands upon thee front class. Who do you think you are? perhaps an ass? One who plants stress in my interior and who thinks is superior. I yell enough is enough!
Well teachers, you did it. You succeeded in breaking us. We’ve been stressed beyond our explosion point, Cried for no apparent reason, And have had several mental breakdowns.
I hate it when adults, Think they know who you are They think they can look at you and know what kind of person you are They think they can look at your grades And decide the road your life will take
I just wanted to thank you teachers For believing in me When I couldn't believe in myself For pushing me to be better For helping me become who I am. Many may disrespect you Many may hate you
Notice me No wait Don't I need help But I can't Won't Ask for it Your damn sense of superiority Makes it impossible . You don't bother to question our understanding
Now just because I say sh*t, don't think of me as rude. I just got to get it off my chest, some of the sh*t you do I think is crude. Like the way you look at me, as if I don't have the right kind of apptitude
"May I use the bathroom?" "No, five other people went." "Well I'm sorry. I didn't know our urinary systems ran together." Well, there goes your Saturday. You've got detention.
Dear Mrs.Power Hungry, I wake up early. The memories of sleepless nights fill my fluttering eyes. Late nights filled with words of the past, steps to write the perfect sentence, and what our earth is made up of.
Teachers should be our friends. We should look up to them, Envy them, Respect them, And most importantly we should listen to them. What is so hard about that?
Your teaching is horrendous I must admit You are the reason for all my tardy slips I hate your class it is so boring People in your class are just snoring You bore us to death no one lives
After 18 years of adolesence the time has come, its time for college this should be fun!, Enrolled at the community college i'll bring my pen, I said to my proffesor, "wow, this seems like highschool all over again....".
Dear School, I think you suck. I don't think you give a f***. My friends are bullied, and no one cares. Kids are crying, it's just not fair.
T- Technology. It is important to modernize the classroom. E- Everyone is different. Promote diversity and exceptionalities in the classroom. A- Accept all opinions. Respect each students'opinion so they feel validated.
I refuse to pay attention You've proven you know less than I. Any day of the week, let me Teach the class you simply can't. It's crazy, this process of yours Which leaves students feeling confused.
You SitIn the same chairsurrounded by the mindless,the dullthe Are You Seriously Sleeping Right now?the “I do it to make my parents proud”the stereotypesthe What Even Is That
How acceptable? Would one deem it as inappropriate? Or too affectionate? Is it so strange to the eyes of a floater, foreign and detached,
You think you know us, But you don’t even understand chess. So go ahead and please fall in front of a bus. I think I would be relieved by my stress. You say you want to help,
Class isn't Real. Nor are the Students. Class isn't Real. Nor are the Books. Class isn't Real. Nor are the Chalkboards. All that is Real is failure. Failure is Real. As is the Homework.
I'm just a girl, A girl in love, A girl that knows what she wants, Is just out of reach. I'm just a girl. A girl that is smart. A girl that knows what she knows, Is just not enough.
Please dont eat infront of us. We wont ask for help when your breath is smelling like must. "Work is on the board" then you continue to shop online for shoes. This woman is a bore.
Times are changing, That’s no question. The world we live in is constantly spiraling, And we have been told it’s up to us to shape it into something we would want to live in.
Fuck you, with the utmost hate. I know you have distain towards me. I'm no fool. I out wit you in front of your pupils and you hate it. The only black student in the class who tries and yet,
I have gone to school for many years, What I have learned isn't exactly clear. There were many teachers who taught me well, English, math, science, and how to spell. Mr. Care, he was the best,
Everybody makes mistakes Some make big mistakes to where everyone remembers their name That doesn’t mean they will always repeat their same mistake I got expelled when I was in the eighth grade
I am ambitious curious and passionate I want to keep learning anew The teachers are unhopeful schoolwork is hectic Already prepared for what each school year brings
Why must a teacher nag, Like married women tired of men, Like irratating dogs barking, Like a tired worker, I am just sitting in a chair looking at that boring board, tired, just tired of those naggy teachers!!
He walks across the room waving his ruler in the air doesn't he know that half the class doesn't even care? He acts like he's so ahead of us oh dear teacher, you're about as useful as pizza crust.
Teachers don't understand student how they think Teachers don't understand that the students go through so much Teachers don't understand how we feel Teachers don't understand how much pressure we are under
This is my fight My reason to write Music is my voice and the world is my audience I'll speak my wisdom through a riff and a song and when the world turns their ears I'll show them the wrong.
Don't you talk to me. Are you sure that you can teach? This class makes me sleep.
Students cannot say You are wrong in many ways or that your hair is going gray. Students cannot say The way you grade is unfair or that we hope you get eaten by a bear.
You're not allowed to be a kid anymore; no more fooling around, be serious; every move you make from here on out will affect the rest of your life;
She’s submerged in the depths of depression, But deception is her specialty. Yet, someone has seen through her walls. They have seen the hurt she conceals. She walks down the halls with a smile on her face,
Hey teachers, listen! Make your lessons exciting! I get enough rest...
Rusty chairs, torn books. Broken clocks, dirty looks. 50 student class with no desire to learn. Dried out markers, low salary to earn. Scary teachers, bullies and cliques. Broken lockers no one will fix.
Dear Mr. So and So, I know it must be confusing. A black girl! In an AP class! What a rare sight to see... Like a... pygmy hippopotamus... shitting out a rainbow... in the Amazon.
Do you know what it's like? Or have the waves of age wiped your memory... Probably. Age is like that. Focus on the present, forget about the past. Lose yourself in the anonymity of adulthood
Cummings, Frost, Poe, Shakespeare, I couldn't tell you "what he meant here" And Romeo and Juliet? Something about a Capulet. Simile and metaphor, 1. It(s) like/is nothing that I've heard before...
Teachers will never know All the troubles that we endure Simply to stay at the top Of the list of all our competing peers We have nothing to guide us there We simply have to take a leap of faith
As the clock ticks, our educators dole out our curriculum : standards firm as bricks. We sit and wonder where the creativity went in education. The flint is almost extinct as the Fire Of Passion diminishes to ashes.
You think you know me but you don't Sitting behind that desk you wont Deny; You've got something to hide too Its PERSONAL to you Numbers on pages, words are supposed to represent who we are
The school year has begun And my head is in a twirl 300 days until I’m a graduated girl. But those numbered days Will be full of pain and doubt “The source is from my teachers,” I think as I pout.
Teachers, Teachers everywhere Cant you see that we dont care You blab and speak Muttle and reak Get out of here Get out of there You know what...just go away
I'm tired of math. Too many know-it-all teachers can't communicate I don't learn like that, could you elaborate? "You see, the radius is C over Pi because Pi is the answer, but what is Pi?
Worksheets and notes due tomorrow Final review due today Surprise pop quiz next period And lectures every day Teaching is all the same Write this and do that
Teacher, oh, teacher, how you make me weep Every night I get less and less sleep You torture me with dull tales My mind is going off the rails Teacher, oh, teacher you're killing me
You kick my chair for hours on end. Throw paper balls towards my face just to get under my skin. Talk mad sh*t behind my back to start some trouble, but you don't hear a peep out of me because I am invincible to your dirty bubble.
I sit in the very back of the room hoping you dont call my name. When you do, and I cant answer, you say I'm the one to blame. But you're the type of teacher that I cant come up to.
I am so dull In a room that is so dark I have entered a place where I am so clueless
I am BOLD, I am BRAVE, Who are YOU to tell me I'm not. I may not be the fastest to understand, but I give what I've got. My BEST....is it enough? I study, I struggle, I even go without sleep,
Gym class my be fun for me I want to Run I maybe the girl that slows down the line I maybe the girl who looks like she does not try I maybe the one you yell at to go faster, keep up but never slow down
Sweet beautiful intelligent divine being Created by 2 hearts with lost souls Combined in one body Care was taken to take and place your heart into it A soul born by society
Into antique graffitiYou slam me;Books filled with the company ofEnemies and falsehoodsMold me,And them,And usInto mechanized monsters,Unable to breathe,With disparities for
You stand up and teach all day, Then you go home and grade tests. You sit there as life slips away, And I have no idea why you settle for second best. You give me help when I need it the most,
Today we're going to learn about life We're not learning the y and x axis But to sign by the x for taxes Lets not talk about literary devices
Irritating and annoying, Describes the horror of your class. I can barely stand you, And quite frankly you smell like bass.
I’m sorry I can’t always follow the rules and get sucked into this thing they call high school.
Sometimes teachers think that all we care about is being cool, but I guess they dont realize; We actually care about school.They think we find it boring, the facts we read untrue, but lets look at the bigger picture: should we be teaching you?
Dear Teachers We are not all delinquents Nor are we all against you Please don’t scream at us all For the faults of a few We are not all lazy bums But please consider that
More than a face, a story told. Hundreds of faces left to unfold. I See You're scared behind that smile, that wide grin faked for a while. One must be humble, respectful and sweet, but underneath we see all Skin deep.
Teachers don’t seem to understand anxiety, They put us in front of a room of staring eyes waiting undeniably, We are supposed to speak eloquent words full of meaning and substance,
Teachers forget that they were once in our shoes. They pretend that as if they never could be. Walking around high and proud and then they forget where they are from.
Dear Mrs. Grouch, How you make me want to scream. We do the same old crap each and every day. Don't you think we know you are busy, But don't you think we need your help? Turn off that old dead music,
I asked myself, what the FUCK is education? A nine letter noun that involves complete concentration... I ended up searching the actual definition, the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction.
I want you to learn it verbatim, you say. We’re not going to go over it in class, We read it in the reading. How are we supposed to learn when you won’t teach us? Think, you say; It isn’t too hard.
I walked a mile to high school everyday. I sat for six hours. I learned about subjects that I didn't care about. When school was over I walked a mile home and spent my own time doing more work.
The songs of silence drone on as you lecture The only sound is the skittering of pens across the page And then you sing With your most boring of song Telling us of our English lessons for the days
Staring at me, Glaring at me... Is there any thing you need to say to me? Should I sit up straight and give you my undivided attention? Should I raise my hand and wait for you to call on me?
I want to tell you How much I care About your broken green bottle How much I care about the sea And dandelions And cracks in the sidewalk Like you do
It's not just a phase I won't just get over it Ignoring it doesn't make it go away When my heart is lead And sighs are heavier than granite I can't flip a switch and stop This is a part of me
Dear teachers, I tried to fix my life broken from harsh words that were said under your nose by miss perfect miss 4.0 miss captain of the sports team miss daddy is the school board chair
I wrote a poem And it was on white paper With black lines And I called it Happy
I'm sitting in the back. You might not realize, but I'm alive. You think I can't see the glances you shoot my way. Like I'm scary. Like I'm a freak. I'm shy, but you know that. Or do you?
I feel like there should be something more Just the same routine. It’s getting boring and, Dragging us down. We should be educated on something
What teachers see over the horizon of their desk: Screaming 3-year-olds, Messy 8-year-olds, Chatty 11-year-olds, Texting 13-year-olds, And Disrespectful 16-year-olds. The things they rarely see:
Teachers think they know best Sitting down for hours Not giving me a rest I’d rather be in a garden planting some flowers Or at the beach building sand towers I listen everyday to what they say
Teachers think they know best Sitting down for hours Not giving me a rest I’d rather be in a garden planting some flowers Or at the beach building sand towers I listen everyday to what they say
The role of an educator grants power and authority, Yet some treat students with degrading inferiority Your role is hard and I respect your position Because a role as a teacher is
Misconceptions of Me Respect My Inteilligence Is it because all that I say is Relivent Respect My Intelligence They say You learn soimething new everyday Respect My Intelliegnce
You are a disgrace, some of you so cruel. You shove opinions in faces in the name of "school". When am I to see teaching at its finest? When teachers start teaching and put and end to closed-mindedness.
Alone in the corner they sit at their desk, Pulling down sleeves to cover their bruises. With frightened eyes they follow every hand, Even though here they are safe. They look at you and hope you know,
You make me sickAll you do is complainCan you say something that will stick?Or just try to even explain
I've never gotten in troubleFor being on my phoneBecause most of the things they taughtI had already known.
They say education is important So why can’t it be When you’re sitting at your desk with your hands between your knees Students sigh in advance when you pass out a test
Dont ignore when I ask for help Dont say their just playing around Do you think I will feel better that its just a joke? You might think im lying to get attention You might brush me off as being emotional
I love my school, I love my class But you my teacher can kiss my ass Like when you think that it’s OK To teach me nothing for the day And give me homework every night
Hey teachers, I was an eighteen-year-old senior, a hispanic female with the classic features. I focused on what I needed to do but still got distracted. But I was appaled by how some "students" and "teachers" acted.
Teachers, you as a whole go on and on Your reasoning is to prepare us for when we are gone. Gone as a class, gone as a whole Gone to wherever we will go. You talk at us for days,
Just because you’re in charge doesn’t mean the students will listen, They don’t care, So don’t expect them to be butt kissin’, Your commands will be drowned amongst their chit chat, You’ll yell at them,
If I were blind, I could feel it in their speech,the words that enter my mind as if it were dull.If I were deaf, and I could not hear their preach,I could feel it in the stares driving through my skull.
If I were blind, I could feel it in their speech,the words that enter my mind as if it were dull.If I were deaf, and I could not hear their preach,I could feel it in the stares driving through my skull.
Hey Ms. Smith, how are you? If you ask me, I'm feeling blue I see the wheels turnin' in your brain Thinking of new ways to cause us pain Our pencils move fast; our hands cramp up
"You need to learn to manage your time!", Say all the teachers, sharing the same paradigm that all students are the same and learn at the same rate. This is not true. This is the one things we truly hate.
The classroom they say is an open space to share opinions and ideas while you learn. But what they don't tell you is that you are judged based on each idea opinion statement
Observe the young children. Laughing Playing Shouting Happy. Soon some will crave a drink or two a smoke or two a lovely high a dull needle a brusie from a lover
I reassure you that I am who I seem Are you only a teacher to us? Our class seems like the perfect team I am not trying to distress All of us would like to know a little more
Thank you teacher For not seeing in the bleachers A child sits there through the violence In silence. He is tormented and attacked With the words which he speaks not back To the ones who
They are our fuel, our help and guide to success, most students usually hate one of their teachers, without realizing their effort, we judge in a personal way,
"Take out a piece of paper and a writing utensil, we have a pop quiz." Pop quizzes do not challenge my knowledge Nor will they get me ready for college You think they'll prepare us for the future?
Teach us to think. Not on what to think, but on how. Test us not on the knowledge, but on the application. Teaching us to memorize facts and numbers
Can I ask you a question? Of course I can, you’re a teacher That’s what you do, you teach You’re supposed to be a humanist and not behave like a leech But do you really understand what that entails?
An educator, a spectator, a listener, more like a spectator who is the mediator behind the desk everyday and you think to yourself how do they get through the day.
just go retire. get fired. now. please.oh wait. we can’t get rid of you?then you might as well listento what all you trashy teachersalways have to say
I Am told By TV And by my peers What to think, but not How to think. You Must teach me How to Think. You Teach me How to think, Whether that be
Vulnerability drips like water over your frantic orifice, Mindless mice in se ar ch of governing beings that display little attentiveness, In no performance will the oppressed cower at the back of worded bars,
You echo the words of a textbook Yet you expect me to produce innovation You diminish my words, ideas, and emotions into a vapid letter Yet you expect me to be affected by your lectures
Her tone frightens me As she spouts equations at the speed of sound My pencil furiously marks my paper With numbers and letters If she hears the tapping of a pencil
Oh, teachers, how you are skilled in boring The normal, average, local students Who keep on searching, always exploring For a teacher with the greatest prudence Students today are looking for a purpose
School is for learning, right? Education is meant to be an enlightening experience, fill the pores of humanity with a vast expanse of colors, the colors of Knowledge So I sit in a desk for 8 hours, 5 days a week
Teachers , sometimes nice sometimes mean . They think they understand us but they really dont . Some care and some dont . Some think they kno everything but they really dont .
Teachers, are you really that blind? It's senior year and I finally realized something. While I'm filling out applications every night, I can say these four years in high school have been amazing!
I go to Calculus every day, Waiting to hear what the tacher might say. It doesn't matter what she tells us to say or do, Completed assignments are so few. We learn so fast it's hard to learn,
Walking around like an arrogant queen You talk like an old and boring machine A student once asked a plain question You scoffed and dismayed it without discretion "Look it up" is what you have always said
You teach of tolerance, But you know not what you say. One false word From lips wishing to express What it means to be free Sends missiles raining Upon the heart That only wished for
You say you teach me how to think to say the things you say are true when the things you say, don't come from you. I say, you teach me WHAT to think to say the things you say are true
Who am I? I'm that girl sitting right in front of you. Look me in the eye. Do you know who I am? I don't think you have a clue. I want you to remember something. YOU were in my shoes once.
You don't know how much you've changed my life, teaching inside the classroom, and outside too. Telling me to have confidence, telling me it will be okay. Letting me into your life, and giving me opportunities that will last a lifetime. Thank you
When will it be my turn? My turn to learn, to see what it feels like to earn; To make good grades.. Teachers thes days don't give me much to look up too.
Knowledge is not forced, therefore education isn't just a given It's a process, but some of you don't understand that just because we write it down, does not mean it's engraved in our minds
The name calling. The pointing. The laughing. It's a burden I quietly bear. I see it happen to other students Every. Single. Day. You're fat, You're ugly,
The thing about teachers; They don't mind that you don't know They don't mind that you don't understand Piping facts into your head- It's what they were hired for. You are merely a pawn
Your job is tough, your life is rough I swear I understand But any little thing that goes wrong Is not reason to get mad You cry you scream you kick and curse You are only making things much worse
Chased down the halls, Laughter pounding your ears. Kids yelling names your way. As you run, you grow smaller. Fianlly, Find your favorite teacher. Plead for help,
How do you expect to teach If you don’t try to listen You ask for our opinions You ask for our thoughts
I am not a writer. I cannot spin you tales of woe and sorrow, of bliss and affection. My words do not dance across the page in the delicious frenzy of life, but instead sit rusted and beaten
I am a messy thinker. The sentences of my essays spill over the margins with words scribbled in and crossed out Countless revisions
Teachers Only Care About their Paychecks The Apples on Their Desks Teachers Need to Look in Students' Eyes Need to Realize Behind the Book Behind the Calculator If They Would Look
Expected to be prepared in every class, "it is key to pass," say all the teachers to the mass, I have one question to ask, how can you expect us to be prepared with every task, when you forget to write it upon the board where it will bask, under t
When I heard you would be taking over my Creative Writing class, I'll admit that I was not very happy. In fact, I was pissed.
Every day, I go to school Watch the lukewarm Watch the droll Sit and stumble in my "cool" Eclectic silent struggle Against the shouting and the screeching And the breaking and the reeking And the tap tap tapDo. They.
I walk into class day in and day outOnly wishing i could turn and shout "You're a teacher, so teaching is what you should do""Not a dictator, even though it seems the power has went to your head to"
Teachers don’t get paid enough This is true. But define the word, teacher. Use it in a sentence. Spell it. T.E.A.C.H.E.R. When you’ve taught a child to do all those things efficiently with confidence,
You say write a paper, express your feeling. But in that it’s my individuality you're stealing. When you want me to argue my point you really mean yours. I have to write so much bullshit its flowing out my pores.
I HAD IT ALL BOTTLED UP NOW ITS TIME TO LET IT GO IT’S SOME SH*T I COULDN’T SAY BUT NOW I HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW YOU CANT TEACH YOU REALLY NEED TO LEARN THE X AND O’S I HUNG MY HEAD IN ANGER WHEN I SEEN YOU ON MY SCHEDULE
I don’t think they understand it This building is not where our lives end or began When I go home I don’t think about equations and test dates Yeah- I am more concerned with family and friends
Oh you troubled teachers. Creating a hierarchy based upon grades rather than a strong will to learn. Oh you troubled teachers. Grade-shaming your students who are only trying to get through school
If it was the n-word he just said, you wouldn’t have tolerated it. If she had put a hand on me,
Sit and listen What do you hear? Words melding together that make no sense to you? Lectures on subjects that are confusing and boring? Why aren't you learning You just don't get it
Coming to school to teach us lessons, Makes us learn the different connections, We have attended school for 13 years, It makes me wonder what grinds your gears, Very few students value their work,
If we are late Why give us the death stare? It's like we've murdered a whole population. Seriously? How about those assignments? Why so much? When ypou know I work to provide for my family.
I didn't mind Paul Revere until now cruelly depicted on the silken noose cinched tight to keep his head up And with a cry of "The liberals are coming!" he sneers behind crooked teeth
You got your job because You pretended to care When, in reality You only cared about Your weekly salary A worksheet everyday Replaces your teaching Yell at us for bad grades
I raise my hand, you call on me.I ask a question, you answer me.I need help, you help me. We don't do our homework, you lecture us.We don't pay attention, you make us.We don't remember assignments, you remind us.
You look down on me-those cold, calculating eyes Just watching, waiting, prowling around my work-waiting for me for me to fail And when I do: NO! That powerful word
dont tell me what to think dont impose imposition of anyones individual ideology infinitely obstructs mine let me decide and let me determine
The nights are blue, as well as my shoe. You make me ill i really must spillMy failure to keep my gpa strongYou must be upset the add's not goneThis has no rhyme but i hope i get a dime!
Kids are steadily drooping out of school Selling drug, hang in gangs becuase they think it's kind of cool The list of the problems that are wrong with America Will have these kids rolling off into hysteria
Wrong or right. Good or bad. You teach me there is no other way. There are no shades of gray. We are the smart ones or we are not. We are the gifted ones or we are not.
You see what you want me to see, but yet you do not see what you're supposed to see. I went home both days and nights, sitting there, fighting my own fights. No teacher, no staff, no parents; no one
The world is confusing. If a person were to have a physical disability, a teacher would acknowledge it. They won't be marked for their tardiness. They would be helped. But what about mental disorders?
We don't believe in change, at my school It's actually quite a pain Why wouldn't they want their students to learn Such an essential thing? A course was created and designed to help construct student leaders and yet the course is criticized By m
Im a normal school girl Attending my last year in high school and I still see it Something students like me are unappreciative about
Desks in rows Children file in Classrooms filled with the stagnant scent of yester year policy Each child
You teach math. You show up every morning, every day On time -- punctuality is important when you deal with numbers. Your suits are pressed, your ties match your pants
shifting on an unraveling wire frayed and exposed lightning rope the Rubber Souls we've been provided wearing thin Hesitation fidget and gingerly tread a Tired thread:
Often times, kids think they're smart talking back to some "old fart". One thing they don't know is that this "old fart" once wore a backwards hat. He was cool once, too-- Just like me, and just like you.
In education, there lies miscommunication, misinformation, and misinterpretation-- for bright-eyed students lose their naivety and become hard, cold, and cynical; like the ones that teach.
Why am I not considered to be a good studentor even a good person anymorewhen I receive a "B"or "C"or "D"or God forbidan "F"?
This is my body, this is my hair. You may be the new principle, but I don't care. You're an awful person, and I can't stand you. I will NEVER wear a school uniform, I will stay true.
We wake up early to go to bed late Go to a place that we all hate Have seven long hours of school Only to go home and have four more It is was to much for a young teen
they criticize at me. saying I am lazy and don't deserve to have a second chance. "you should have done the work I assigned" but they're not there for when the fights get too much
You said it was easy,you wonder why we all failed,you said you were disappointed,as you ranted and flailed,
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
I open the doors of a judgemental establishment everyday. Only to learn what I do not need in life. So much hate, despise, and disgusts surround the less fortunate, school is not a place of learning, for some, a place of opportunity.
No, Mr Generic, you're not right. The answer is pi over four. Pi over four, can't you see? Stop telling me the answer is pi over three, Stop telling me you know what's correct.
Teachers such "know-it-alls" They're really not They teach but don't show They think but don't know Students suffer with grades But whos to say that's what we ace We need to know what's coming in life
Dear teacher, You've had many, many years of education 'tis wonderful, isn't it? That's what makes it such a shame, then that you're are without a doubt the stupidest person
School is now in session, And here comes all of the stressing. Teachers make it worst, That's why most students are checking, Their phone to see who called, Retweeting someone on Twitter and texting,
Your knoweldge of the world is high But is that a reason to undermind me? Just because I dont understand the material doesnt mean I cant see I know you have a Bachelor Degree Maybe even a Masters
Teachers will teach. Students will learn. But, the way teachers teach, is the students concern. They rely on their education to make them great.
You say you have your degree. Then why are you putting up with me? If you don't like the kids you're teaching. No one is stopping you from leaving. You fuss and scream at the top of your lungs.
I've been thinking of things I should've said Like the reasons why I can't go to bed I have been stuck in a box of pure dispare thinking of the sadness I should've shared
The early mornings, The seeing people I don’t even like, The dry erase markers, The fake "miss you sooooo much" friends. Great. It’s "Time for School!" once again. Time for lecture after lecture,
Look my way Speak to me Pencil to paper Habitual Treat others kindly But do not bark at your owner Sit Stand Leave Hundred Piece Puzzle Provide me only five pieces
Hey! My grade isn't my life! Seeing this letter on a sheet of paper, it's not going to change anything. Except, maybe this "F" in red ink, will make me hate you a little more.
Dear Miss Teacher Lady, You said you wanted to get know us but did you really care. You can't even remember my name now how is that fair? It starts with a T... A...Y, it's Taylor alright.
Criticized. What’s the point of even speaking? Focus on breathing. Teacher’s eyes seek out mine. Keep my head down.
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended? Im not allowed to say that in class? Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
My teacher Waves her hands Towards the board like my attention Should be focused on adjectives and verbs She placed me next to the smelly kid And the girl who always makes fun of me I stare outside
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
You’ve taught us how to write. You’ve taught us how to add. You’ve encouraged us to be bright. You’ve corrected us when we’ve been bad.
On December 14, 2012, Olivia Rose Engel, 6, left Sandy Hook Elementary school and joined the angels in Heaven. Reason for Return April 7th, 2013
It’s a barren cold winter Frozen and cracked across the surface Our breath stops in the air above us Our breath leaves us and huddles together in frigid air
Days pass and days end Glancing at the sun His beam, his hand of help Lighting our path for the day ahead
The sun arose as usual, bringing with it the pattering of small shoes followed by the clacking of heels down wooden corridors, to colorful rooms, for another day of learning.
To college I am going, to get my Bachelor’s degree. I want to be a teacher. It’s something I’ve always wanted to be. My classes require I practice the assignments, I might someday assign to my students.
Classes of math All need to be passed Lazy-minded one cannot be Churning out graphs Until the last second of class Limits can be quite tricky Under rigor instruction Some actually learn functions
The guide to the future Who saves us from torture Great leaders that save No matter how much pain we gave They teach us to behave The powerful people who do not cave Fight for my own good
The Bell Rings The bell rings We take our seats And care not for beings Who we can beat
Today Let's define Analyze Memorize Then take a test A big old test Because the state tells me to. Fill in the bubbles Write meaningless words, skipping lines We've been programmed