Presentation on theme: "By Charles Chy. C hildren A re the ones L oitering and lingering in C lass as they slowly die U nappreciated and unhappy, yet expected to L isten, giving."— Presentation transcript:
C hildren A re the ones L oitering and lingering in C lass as they slowly die U nappreciated and unhappy, yet expected to L isten, giving their teachers U ndivided attention while draining their S ouls…
A verages, averages, averages! The average student need not know B ustling silence created by the teacher’s presence C alculus, D ear, Calculus E xisting for what reason, F or no reason at all.
What text must we start reading around noon? The teacher assigns many problems to solve fast for homework, making students mad. For why did I agree to take this class without a way to leave; my heart desists. A lesson seems innocuous but still my nerves are shot and almost dead am I.
Half a day, half it is, half we miss Snow is abound, let it drop from the skies and come cancel the school period that calculus occupies. Free from dread; boring assignments that plague my life. Let it come, let it come, let it come. Speakers announce all the students are leaving now. Winner: Me.
What has this subject come to mean for me But anguish, suffering, prison, and tyranny. The walls are papered with equations that serve No real purpose as we only cheat for answers. There are feces in between the pages of the book From which we learn, yet I can hardly look. The class retains a sordid odor of must Complimented by the clotted shades of dust. Yes, this course can only induce apathy, But when the bells ring I leave happily.
rain drips from the roof seats are damp and our spirits suffer when she lies
The spring is better than cold; birds chirp outside class. in summer, heat kills
Knowledge coats this room; is there some to spare, asks the student. Calculus is very important, replies the teacher, it is something you need to know. What if you wanted to model and graph global demand for poultry products? Have some knowledge, it is important.
I walked in dazed and wandering, and gazed upon the chalkboard, observed the lesson pondering; I haven’t begun but am already bored, the period has yet to start, but I no longer hear the beats of my heart.
Today I will have to attend my class A bitter trite aroma wafts throughout Reminding students math is key to clout Escape is possible with a hall pass These slips however thwart the student’s grasp I found it! Laying hidden. Yes, I shout! I tell myself, that’s what I’m talking bout. Avoid security, those men harass Dismay appears as teacher checks precise the signature ensuring counterfeits fail. This fake you gave appears your demise Charles She’s sick of naughty antics blamed my vice Her shadow gains to bulky heights, I pale The Principal assigns guilt filled with snarls.
Calculus Dreadful, malice Kills me slowly The monotony will continue Blight