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Teacher Abuse (Eight Senyru)
Blood pressure rockets!
She is screaming at me!
I want to leave now.
I strive for patience.
She's in my personal space.
May I PLEASE leave now?
I give her pardon.
My stipulations are few.
She responds with rage!
My head is hurting.
Pulse rate throbs and soars higher.
Deep breaths keep me sane.
Get out of my way?
Eighteen years of school for this?
Somebody hold me!
She prances away
Haughty in her disrespect.
Then I write her up.
Administration
Always listens to children.
I'm so tired I cry.
No one sees my tears.
Why did I want to teach teens?
Because I love them.
I have always said "love is a burden best borne by God"
Yet in years to come, although today they do not see your
tears - you will be remembered for your effort to mold
the young into respectful and productive citizens. And in a way they and all of society will be grateful.
As it is I extremly grateful that you have creatively shared your experience with us.
Keep writing and keep the faith.