Faculty meeting made me late
Walking into the classroom
Is in chaos and screaming students
Throw paper and pencils
Hit me making my way to a cluttered desk
Piled with ungraded worksheets
My helper passes around
Their chairs I walk looking over the work
Is what this has become, my passion for teaching gone
Are the students with heads drooping
Dreams and my hope for the future shattered
Ruler on the desk to wake the sleepers
In my drink until it’s my head on the desk
Buried in papers, an apple as my marker.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.