Visual Aid - dynamicchuck12

By Charles Chy
Are the ones
Loitering and lingering in
Class as they slowly die
Unappreciated and unhappy, yet expected to
Listen, giving their teachers
Undivided attention while draining their
Averages, averages, averages! The average student
need not know
Bustling silence created by the teacher’s presence
Dear, Calculus
Existing for what reason,
For 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
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
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.
drips from
the roof
seats are damp
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.
Dreadful, malice
Kills me slowly
The monotony will continue