Teacher, Teacher, Silence Please

A poem written about a chaotic high school environment.

I wrote this when nothing was ever going on in class because the students were too rowdy and the teachers weren't getting anywhere with what they were trying to teach.  It was entirely annoying.  This was last year in junior year, and it is only growing worse now that I'm a senior and everyone is preparing to leave.  Senioritis bites.  I want college please!

 

Picture credit to Stockbyte.

 

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That wall looks awfully comforting.

I wonder, shall I walk to it

With sarcastic smile wide,

And step up with my head of pride

To with my flesh most harshly hit?

 

For this is what you drive me to,

With all your chattering words.

Your patterned circle

So fervently pulls

The teacher from what we learn.

 

Pardon me while I roll my eyes,

For it sickens me to listen.

I’ll laugh and grin,

Or act akin,

While at my lashes tears do glisten.

 

Can’t you wait for that bell to ring

Before you endlessly talk?

There are those here

With open ear

Ready to learn or walk.

 

I myself cannot stand to ponder

The nonsense we use to replace

The pure knowledge we learned before

When from us it is ripped and torn,

To befit such charismatic disgrace.

 

Hand me my papers and pass me my tests,

To plummet or triumph rightly.

For this half school

Is not the tool

To be used in my future brightly.

 

Teacher, teacher, standing straight:

Stem the tide and aggravate

These students so horribly bent,

With vocal turns inappropriately lent,

From pushing my studies off late.

 

When the silence breeds only silence,

And my mind is free to grasp,

I’ll thank you all

For standing tall

And letting me stay on task.

Author's Note

Gentle gentle gentle, please.

Reviews

[Nova]

Creative. I liked your choice of words. You did a great job describing the situation of the rowdy classroom.
Great Write.