New
Teacher, Relatable Dreams
Hope
for enlightenment
Excitement
for the future
Directions
are given
Students
start their work
A
face looks up
“Miss,
I don’t understand…”
Finally
a chance to make a difference
A
quick answer, then a trip around the room.
Hoping
someone else needs help.
A
glance at the clock.
Now
only 5 minutes left.
The
mad dash to finish first.
Put
their homework away.
Run
to the door.
The
collective groan that they must
Remain
In
their seats can be heard
‘Round
the school.
Reminders
and loud voices
They
just want to leave.
And
all we want to do
Is
hope they walk away one ounce
More
enlightened.
