Stuff you can't say to your teacher
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Anonymous, but not really
Are you aware of that kid they've been acting different
you can't tell by the way they're dressed
they're looking a mess
thats not them
they're smile is just pretend
Anonymous, but not really
Are you aware of that kid they've been acting different
you can't tell by the way they're dressed
they're looking a mess
thats not them
they're smile is just pretend
Anonymous, but not really
Are you aware of that kid they've been acting different
you can't tell by the way they're dressed
they're looking a mess
thats not them
they're smile is just pretend
You tap your hands on the table, and whisper "I'm waiting"
ignoring the fact that only one student is behaving.
The lessons, the homework, the sleepless nights, so much noise. All while trying to keep on a smile with poise?
All the lady does is yell
My ears might be bleeding
She casts a spell
Sends us to hell
As if we were some heathens
I do not care about alegebra or trig
Or even logarithms
***I would suggest watching the video that I have uploaded rather than reading the actual poem.
The food here sucks
The subjects do too
We would actually try
But we don’t give a poo
Since we don’t care
We don’t ever try
The teachers are such buzzkills
And it causes us to cry
Education is important, this is true,
but lectures can be boring, interesting only to a few.
Demonstrations and experiments can make learning fun,
so teachers, put down your chalk, don't be so humdrum.
You get mad at everything I do.What did I do?You tell me to pay attention when I already am.What can I do?You embarrass me in front of the class when I don’t understand something.
Every day
There I sit
In a room filled with idiots
No one listens, they all talk
Teachers tell me to focus
All I wanna do is walk
Straight out the door
Down the hall
You might be a great human being,
but you shouldn't be teaching
specially if your strength
isn't the subject you are attempting.
We all ask you questions.
Do you answer them?
Standing at attention
in front of their white background
to yell and scream
with hopes that you will reach me
That you will reach the depths of my mind
in time.
The food here bites
We're reading for our lives
Hunchbacks with Life hacks
We've got too many books
The home works too hard
The lessons too long
Tomorrow's already lost
Lines, graphs and shapes are traced,
Vocabulary words are cut and paste,
Color in the elements and their atomic mass,
You think you know the world in its whole
You think you know the real stories and events
You think they teach you facts but they glamorize the lies
They say Thanksgiving started as friendship and sharing
At 8:45am I have to be there,
At 2:45pm I have to go,
You know me as the quite one,
The one who always gets her work done,
Never causes any trouble in class,
And never talks back,
Take a moment,
reset the clock.
Think of things the make a difference.
No ones difference is the same,
still they strive for a goal.
Goals are the future;
what they entail is what is to come.
Can you not see that we don't want to be here?
There are groans and snores, can you not hear?
I don't understand this.
Ask one of your peers for assistance.
Is your reply.
A kid walks down a hall
she gets shoved into ever locker
mentally and physically abused by all those around her
Shes all alone
what do you
Try
Teach me how to derive
An equation for what it means to be alive
Can’t
See, there’s no secant line
From where I am to the future I have in mind
Say,
What does it mean to be right?
Everytime i make noise you tell me be quiet and i wish you would.Whats the deal with the homework,are you doin bad or good?
America’s education system is defective,
Kids lack the motivation to graduate,
Teacher’s passion for teaching is muted,
We are surpassed by less developed nations.
In our hurried, modern world,
All you did was stand there,
Eyes taking in the scene
While he tore me apart like a grizzly bear.
Teachers are educators, mentors, and role models,
But why should I look up to someone
Wake up in the dark
The alarm buzzes in my ear
My teacher's such a shark
Wish I could shoot him like a deer
Stumble into school
Mobs of students everywhere
Teachers consider themselves cool
This place is a waste of space,
When all the students do is copy and paste,
Time and money are abused,
I am a student that cares deeply for the future.
Teachers try to understand us, but they just don't get us.
I want them to encourage me and not to discourage me.
Walking through the hallways, a million things in my head
All these classes simply feel me with dread.
Teachers do not care about me or fellow students
Makes me wonder why school is still associated with prudence.
