Walking in, feeling
scared, wanting to pee
This evil teacher is
going to try to kill me.
Holding tight to my
desk, waiting for the bell
Wiping the sweat from
my brow, this surely has to be like hell.
Shaking with fear,
she picks on me, I squeal “E-Gaz!”
Hearing my hesitation
she yells, “Read SPAZ!”
This is no class;
this is no fun
Wincing whenever she
speaks, always wanting to run.
I jump when I hear
the bell, for I am free
Until, “Write a ten
page essay and turn it into me.”
This is just horrible,
how can it be any worse
Until she tells me to
write one more verse.
I’m at home and I am
still shaking, can I ever be free?
My English teacher
scares the shit out of me.
I wouldn't say I have had one teacher that has really motivated me to become something better. Or a mentor that inspired me to do something great. But to all my teachers who made me feel of worth, I say thank you. I may not become the next president, a famous movie actor or anyone really of worth. But, you have influenced my life in ways that I can never repay. Thank you for all the nights you stayed up late grading assignments or making plans for a lesson to teach. Thank you for putting up with all the sarcastic comments I have made. And thank you for helping me believe in myself. And finally, don't judge me if I have typos. I couldn't english then and I can't english now.
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