July 18, 2010
By firzzmantha BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
firzzmantha BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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The facts just spew, bubble, and flow like an ever-running faucet.
He continues, yet his train of thought, I’m sure he’s surely lost it.
His lecture just goes on and on with out one single chance,
for his automaton students to shake off their stoic trance.
I raise my hand to pose a comment, question, and concern,
but its not my place to interject, he says “I have to learn.”
I must remember where my place is and never second-guess,
he is the teacher, I am the pupil therefore, I know less.

The author's comments:
I have had too many teachers who choose to ignore me and my fellow classmates. This poem is for all of these pedants who do not support their students' free thought.

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hdingy said...
on Oct. 22 2010 at 1:10 pm
I can totally realate to this poem. The majority of my teachers only teach us so we can take tests. I feel like we never learn simply to learn any more.

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