Well, I have next to nothing to say here apart from a thank you to Lauren. Oh well!
A Favorite Teacher.
Coloured books and pens,
Plastic chairs and graffiti covered tables,
Walls devoid of life,
Windows shut despite the sweltering heat
And gossip flying around.
A slender figure stands watching, waiting
For bells to chime.
Last period on Fridays,
The worst time to be teaching a lesson
Full of excited kids.
He knows this, and yet, he manages to endure.
I admire him greatly,
As he spends his weekends marking, stressing and giving feedback,
Helping us… so dedicated.
I want to help,
He does so much for us and receives scrutiny in return.
It's our fault anyway,
He isn't being "tight", just pointing out errors,
We'll learn next time.
I want to thank him; I appreciate what he's done,
Even if you don't.
So this is to my favourite teacher,
Soft, gentle and kind,
Know that what you teach us is
Always on my mind.