Teaching’s hard
We know the gig
The prep,
The delivery,
And the marking.
Whilst all this
Takes some time
The truth is that it’s easy.
Students dears,
Read this well
I’ve had many years of teaching;
Temper tantrums
Silent or loud
Are simply not attractive
Just because you don’t get to do
What you want, immediately
Head banging against brick walls
Only kills more brain cells
The truth is you learnt to do
That behaviour
To get your own way.
Well buddy I got news for you
I am capable of ignoring
Kill those cells, you’ve plenty to lose
Rumour has it we only use 10% anyway.
Keep hitting your hand
Into concrete
Perhaps one day you’ll break it
And then you get what you want
To not come into the classroom
Those classmates of yours
Can have a break
From your self-serving company.
After a lesson of all this crap
And it is time to sit and sigh
Your teacher realises you have improved;
It is sad that on reflection
This time at least you came into class
The last you made it nowhere.
It is the small gains we need to remember
They are often hidden in the bad.
Watch close and reflect
You find them hiding
Each lesson minutely better than the last
Enjoyed your poem. Not an easy job, for sure! Have a great day! 🙂
LikeLike
Not my best poem but a necessary rant. I used to be a non teacher aons ago and I would not have believed some of the behaviours that students are allowed to get away with. Thanks
LikeLike
My hat is off to all the teachers out there. It’s a tough job, and although the rewards may be there, the headaches are too.
LikeLike
Some days have more headaches than others, but from now on all my headbanging fist hitting temper tantrums will be referred to as “headaches”. 🙂
LikeLike
Euphemisms. Where would we be without them? 😄
LikeLiked by 1 person