July 18, 2010
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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.

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hdingy said...
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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