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Bad Guy With a Gun
We have been studying Hamlet, but now I am sitting in a classroom with twenty five seniors
in the dark.
High school good days,
snickering in the hall ways,
Laughing in the locker room,
Bathing in perfume,
Running late to class,
Just bothering enough to pass,
Now on to college days,
My dear brothers and sisters,
A father’s love is like no other.
He loves you and he respects you
And though you might forget that sometimes,
Dear friends against the people,
I am from the stories of the past
Compiled into the present.
Chicana they call me.
I used to live in a world
of freshly squeezed laundry,
Himalayan pink salt on Atlantic salmon,
and thermostatic, triple jet showers.
But now I live in a world
of re-worn t-shirts, mouldy
I speak for the students or should I say the slaves, Working all the time to impress our parents with grades, And Schools with sports, Teachers with clubs, Colleges with SAT's, Extra curriculars, Majors in particular, Community service, It all mak
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.
Will they ever know how much they mean to me?
How even on the hardest days they could make me smile?
When I was at my worst
when I had no reason to go on,
when I was done with the world,
If there was one line in all of hist’ry,
But the reason to follow is still quite a myst’ry
“Duct tape is silver, but silence is golden”
Quote from the tale of the wise and the olden
The students are here.
They push and they pull
They shove and they scream
They cry and howl about silly things
They watch and they listen
They hear and they learn
They try to do better
You're sitting on my desk Laughing and joking and talking with those who stand beside the teacher And I would rather be anywhere else Because you are too close, too near, too much for me to handle
to ponder, to wonderto sit quitely,in your too small roomwith soft bodysurrounded by pounds of cold booksto be trapped in a cagemade of broken pencilsand lifeless ink pens
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,
I’ve always enjoyed reading, writing, learning
But I’ve never enjoyed having to attend school
Ever since childhood, school has made me feel…
I've always been reserved..
Never had my voice to be heard..
Keeping my thoughts to myself, afraid of being judged
By someone else
But there's always been a fire
Me :noun
a. family member: 1. a loving sister who talks too much, 2. a devoted daughter who is full of questions;
I liked learning.
I didn't care if it were Math or Science.
I didn't care whether it was all about Entrepreneurship.
All I wanted to do was put all these informations in my head for future use.
What a nut
What a crazy girl
She’s lost her mind
She is lost
She has no guide
Her pain suffers
I was teaching a lesson
On rhetorical questions
Yes, those filled with aggression
Statement suggestion
Gut-wrenching expressions
My students blindly wrote the definition
The world’s progression, scripted by bell,
Life decisions are forced to be made.
Speaking for others has never been my style,but I promise you this will be worth your while.
"Patience", she said,
As she whispered in my ear.
All being's trials start here.
She drew me a map
And left me alone.
"If you want,
come follow me here."
With tears in my eyes,
Before, having an education was a choice,
Now education has become a necessity,
Without an education,you're just another person in the unemployment line,
I don't want to be just another number,
There's so much pressure nowadays
On kids and young adults.
Pressure to meet every benchmark,
And to have X amount of extracurriculars,
And to do damn well on the ACT,
And to earn X amount of dollars,
Poetry! Oh poetry!
Roses are red.
I'm feeling kind of blue.
My teacher says,
"Get out your pencil,
Tick tock the clock strikes the air
The time drags on and chimes again
I tremble from the stress and my brain begins to ache
This time there is no going back no time to escape
We as human beings face troubles.
Troubles that were caused by our society.
Our sociey puts negative subjects intentionally, and allows US to become influenced by them .
To nurture your minds and adore your thoughts would be my everyday
To listen, teach and guide you in every single way
To learn from your young souls more than you learn from mine
When I was seventeen,
A guy was driving me home from dinner
(which, believe me, did not happen all that often)
And somehow, the subject turned to school
He thought it was cool, he said,
Usually I write to a rhythm or a beat
any time I need to speak on a problem that I meet.
But one thing in particular, I think is apt to change,
is how colleges will do anything to catch some change.
The busy hustle across the sidewalks
makes a walk turn into a shuffle.
Going from class to class
is nothing short of a puzzle.
As I make my way through the crowds,
I've never felt so alone.
EducationTo be be educatedIs to be free From a mental prisonWhere the unknownIs lost among the ignorant
Waiting for the 41 home
I light a cigarette
and think of mother,
lovely little Audrey,
and my Gloria.
I picture them gathered
watching TV.
Together they must be
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
Mister, Mister hear all about it!
We come to your class every single day
Just to hear you say...NOTHING!
You look at us like we're circus clowns,
and continue to just tear us down.
We tell you we don't understand,
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.
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,
I wouldn't open up to you if I could...
I wouldn't give you a chance even if others say I should...
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".
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".
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
A walk down the hall, all I feel is change.
Out of all the years, this one won't be the same.
New principal, more freshmen, a new set of rules.
My teachers wonder why it's like I'm never in school.
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
We go to school, we join the clubs.
We play the sports, say it’s not
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?
What I would like to see
Consists of greater funding of three.
The first builds upon creativity.
The second trains many, for jobs.
The Third explains everything.
First, is seen everywhere,
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.
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 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.
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.
They call us the future
say we will rule the world some day
Lead the world to greatness
so say the politicians
those priveledged people in Washington
the take our money our taxes
they create the budget
Why is it that a school could feel like prison
an institution where there's no one to listen
We are denied of expression
if it's not a calculus lesson
Where the funding goes elsewhere
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.
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
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
She won't shut up
He won't stop talking
Their f*cking annoying
Hello? Teacher? Are you even watching?
Tell them to stop talking, Make them be quiet
You have the power here, use your damn noggin!
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.
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
You lit up my life since the start
You are the fire inside of me
You are the inspiration deep inside of my heart
You taught me to always believe
Yet believing was so hard for me to achieve
There's pain in my vains still this day, cant explain how you put me to shame.
Saw me as a broken love, didn't give me a chance to undercover the talent that was given
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
Desks in rows
Children file in
Classrooms filled with the stagnant scent of yester year policy
Each child
Quick!
Turn around!
Catch this kid,
Phone lit right up,
fingers dancing across the screen.
Come on!
Look!
He's playing Candy Crush,
But your back is turned.
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
Another year, another round.
Third time's a charm and yet none I've found.
Thy upper division courses slay me,
The level of work is damn near deadly.
One would think I'd crumble,
The truth is your too flirty,
Your suppose to be my Teacher, confidant, n support me
and here you are acting all dirty
truth is you have no morale for the school and dislike kids
Teachers will teach.
Students will learn.
But, the way teachers teach, is the students concern.
They rely on their education to make them great.
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,
Do you really care about your students?
Does my opinion matter at all?
or am i just a silly little teenager?
only here taking up an hour of your day?
that doesnt matter
Criticized.
What’s the point of even speaking?
Focus on breathing.
Teacher’s eyes seek out mine.
Keep my head down.
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
They are small, yet influential.
Young, but surprisingly intelligent.
Having spent so much time with them,
I have come to love them dearly.
Like my own family, I care for them.
Their growth is my main priority.
Yellow over Green
What auras you bring,
The gentle breeze creates a soulful melody
As Maraca leaves shuffle to their fertile dance
The harmonious birds take center stage
Intimidated by the overgrowing sounds
My mouth smothered by a trembling fear
My voice lost in the jungle of words
A feeling of regret blooming in my throat
20 and 21
So young, without cares.
She drove too fast
He hurt too much
Unexpected...
Death- something we avoid
Something we escape
They didn't
They couldn't
It is a disease, a sickness, a monster that grips you when you least expect it.
It shows its self through flat characters and erased paragraphs,
