My Teacher This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By
     A great teacher he was not.
He taught like a mime.
He’d sit with his Dunkin Donuts coffee at hand.
He did it all from his paper-covered desk.
If not from his desk, then from his computer,
Where he would not teach, but play games.
He’d just assign book work upon book work,
Word problems upon word problems.
If a question was asked, he’d answer with no explanation.
And we’d sit awaiting the sound of the bell.
No notes, no way to learn, not even a grade to earn.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






Join the Discussion

This article has 2 comments. Post your own now!

FreedomIsMyVirtue said...
Sept. 17, 2011 at 4:43 am
Yes, there 
 
FreedomIsMyVirtue replied...
Sept. 17, 2011 at 4:44 am
are teached like this. I like this poem. It's not like you can see poem like this everyday! Good job!
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback