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My Teacher MAG

By Anonymous

     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.




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i love this so much!

on Sep. 17 2011 at 4:44 am
IAmWhoIWantToBe PLATINUM, Manila, Other
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Favorite Quote:
‎"I’m learning how to drown out the constant noise that is such an inseparable part of my life. I don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I only have to follow my heart and concentrate on what I want to say to the world: I run my world." - Beyoncé

are teached like this. I like this poem. It's not like you can see poem like this everyday! Good job!

on Sep. 17 2011 at 4:43 am
IAmWhoIWantToBe PLATINUM, Manila, Other
41 articles 0 photos 650 comments

Favorite Quote:
‎"I’m learning how to drown out the constant noise that is such an inseparable part of my life. I don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I only have to follow my heart and concentrate on what I want to say to the world: I run my world." - Beyoncé

Yes, there