Poem On Online Classes Novels & Stories

Rowland teased. "I would love that, also, you know you can actually attend your classes online? So you aren't far behind if you aren't able to attend the physical classes, like I have a schedule, and I attend classes thrice a week, and do the rest online" I revealed to him. "Hmm, you are a genius but I have to run now, catch you later" Rowland added and before I could reply he was off. A smile crept its way to my face watching Rowland run off, he had this warm personality that made me comfortable with him.

Painted in black, white, and every color of the rainbow. I’ve filled his classroom. Everything’s still mostly online, but students and faculty come to campus in masks. Today, I’m here to show him what I’ve made. “How did you do all this in such a short time?” Ship asks, carefully spreading them out in my intended order. I let out a dry laugh. “Heartbreak and COVID. Puts a lot of free time on your hands.” “Sam, this is… it’s spectacular,” he murmurs. “I knew you had greatness in you. But this?” He trails off, stunned.

But then it occurs to me, quite uncomfortably; just because I can’t see him doesn’t mean he’s not listening. How can forget last night so easily? Wilma steps back from me and scrunches up her nose, as if noticing my appearance for the first time. “You look like a corpse. And not the sexy kind.” I roll my eyes, although I’m glad she’s in a proper mindset to crack jokes. Even if it’s about my appearance that I’m very much aware of. “Did Principal Choi…” She nods before I can even ask the question. “She granted me permission. Said I can go ahead with online classes until things get back to normal.” She pauses, and I see the question in her hesitation; when will things get back to normal?

The familiar chatter and laughter helped to ease her stress and recharge her for the rest of the day. As the afternoon sun beat down on the campus grounds, Hazel made her way to her last class – Literature 204: Modern Poetry. She loved this class, where she could immerse herself in the beauty of words and emotions. The discussion on Sylvia Plath's poetry sparked a lively debate among the students, and Hazel found herself lost in the world of metaphors and symbolism.

It read: “Dear Vega, Thank you for your email. I’m sorry to hear about your father’s health. You have my approval to attend my classes online for the rest of the semester. I wish your father a successful surgery and a speedy recovery. Take care and don’t hesitate to reach out if you need any assistance. Kind regards, Dr. Loriel Campbell.” As I slowly read through the message, a wide smile formed on my face. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I leaned away, my hands still on my spacebar. “Yes! Thank you Mrs. Campbell. You’re my favorite lecturer!” I muttered loudly like she could actually hear me. But I was too excited to even care. This meant I could attend her classes online without any consequenc

“Online classes only. No phone. No Theo. Focus on your studies from home. We’ll figure this out as a family, but not like this.” Aurora was stuck at the coastal estate, her phone and laptop taken after each class, her freedom stripped away under the guise of “clearing her head.” I was still on campus, going through the motions of my third-year classes, but my mind was nowhere near the lectures. All I could think about was her. Her smile. Her laugh. The way she moaned my name when I was buried deep inside her. The way she clung to me when she came, whispering “I love you” like it was the only truth that mattered.

Veronica said. "I'm ready for it," Nic said, praying that he really was and that the dark cloud he was feeling would go away for good. ************** Veronica stared at the computer screen. She knew that Nic and Marianna might be against it, but she really did want to take some online classes...and who knows, maybe go back to work. And it wasn't that she didn't appreciate a break from her ten straight years of working, but it still felt awkward to not have to report somewhere at a certain time. She knew taking care of a family could be a full-time job in itself, but it never hurt anyone to still take a few business classes.

Doni said. "What does Dad want to talk about, and why does it seem so serious?" Mrs. Mili asked. "That's why, Mom and Cyra, just listen until I finish speaking," both nodded in agreement. Then Mr. Doni explained his decision. "Starting tomorrow, Cyra will attend online classes from home. I've contacted your professors at the university, and they've agreed to it," Mr. Doni said firmly. "Why, Dad? Why is Cyra going to study online?" Mrs. Mili asked.

Crafting verses provided her with solace, allowing her to pour her thoughts and emotions onto paper and bring her inner world to life through the power of words. When Mr. Ito commenced reading the poem’s first verse, its profound message about love resonated deeply within the classroom. The poem spoke of a love that transcends boundaries—distance, age, status, gender, or appearance. It emphasized the importance of fighting for love despite the obstacles. As Akira absorbed the words, a realization dawned upon her: it was time to confront Yuki and seek the answers she had been longing for.

I know she's around and I've been avoiding her for the past two days. Things had been quiet for the past two days, maybe it was because I was always in my room. Thanks to the excursions of my classmates, classes have been online but that privilege will soon end because the excursions end in two weeks and I'll have to start attending lectures. I'm super excited and also nervous.