Poem On Online Classes Novels & Stories

Thankfully, Adem and I no longer classmates including my friends that I treated as a squad. I enrolled late intentionally so I won’t be able to be on their list. Even though I am now in the other class with unfamiliar students, I still have friends like Mica and Isabel. I told myself that this will take around 8 months only and besides, it’s an online class. Adjusting from normal class delivery and online classes is difficult. There are times that everyone encounters intermittent internet connection that leads to an unstable class. In the first week of classes, the teachers immediately gave a lot of tasks and activities we need to answer. It seems like they are rushing just to meet the parti

A big thunderstorm was coming in a weeks time, but I was busy focusing on my computer screen. “This is it,” Lila said from the kitchen, stirring a mug of coffee. “Once you pick your classes, it’s officially real.” I exhaled, scrolling carefully through the options. Online classes were straightforward enough, but I wanted to make sure nothing conflicted with my remaining coursework at my old school. I tapped a few keys, my mind half on logistics, half on the mess swirling in my chest. Dalton. Veronica. The dean. The rage and frustration that had followed me all week.

“I think someone nearly blowing you up means maybe you need a little time before sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with fifty strangers in a lecture hall.” “And I think this is my career, my education, and my decision.” “You can still do your classes.” “Online,” I snap. “Yes.” “Without even discussing it with me.” “You were asleep.” “That’s not the point!”

I storm off the field in a hail of wind and storm, beyond the shaved spear grass littered with a rebellion of sunny coloured bush marigold, beyond the tra-tra-tra of the drumsticks against taut canvas, away from the silver sun and water-dyed cloud blankets. Let somebody dare stop me. Let someone just try it. I breeze into class in a gale, boiling, raging; yet not sure what i am angry about. The class is as unattended as the staff room and hallways were, with empty desks for people and void for voices. I whip my phone out of my joggers' side pocket and send an offline text to Amanda; the seventh of seven unanswered messages. It says: Hey there. Are you alive?

“Close but no cigar. Your next assignments due at the top of class will be made available to you on the online portal. For now, you’re free to flee!” My jaw dropped as I realized that class was over.

They’ll call me if they need anything anyway. My room is enveloped with silence. I faced my ceiling. Looks like I’ll be needing bodyguards to keep me company everywhere I go ‘cause Lurcos obviously won’t stop unless we get to talk with each other. He had a lot of messages saying we need to talk and asking if I was okay. I decided to get up and went to my table. I still need to finish a design. Also to keep me occupied for a while. I was relieved when my instructor for my only subject today said to hold our class online instead.

Girls were there to get a husband most of the time, he thought, whereas men were there to get an education. He was ready to give the other three classes and go home. The past week had been him staring at a computer, trying to figure out how to get everything into the course without changing too much. He knew that he also had to figure out to continue the class while he was not there. That was going to be an issue. He hoped that he could figure it out.

"Okay. Whatever you say. Did other lectures go well?" I nodded. "Yes. I didn't really miss much on the days I wasn't present, so I'll probably take the catch-up lectures online." Clearing his throat at my words, Aiden quickly spared me a glance. "Speaking of online lectures Ava... Would you mind taking up online classes instead?" That was news, I faced him. "Why? I'm not complaining about the normal way I go about my lectures Aiden." He hummed. "Yeah, I know." His hands touched mine. Just a brief contact that sent sparks through my system. "I know all these changes are not easy to accept and accommodate Ava, but I think this is the best way."

They’d already lost time, and without structure, they'd fall behind. “Don’t worry about sending us to school now, Mom,” Denzel’s voice cut in. I turned to him. He stood in the shade, holding his laptop. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I just registered us for online classes,” he said proudly, walking over. “It’s free. All of us. Look.” He tilted the laptop toward me, the screen displaying a bright blue website with icons and tabs. “You shouldn’t have to do that,” I mumbled, the shame already creeping in. Why didn’t I think of it first?

she asked. "It’s going great. I’ve been learning a lot," I lied, because ever since the whole online classes started, I haven’t learned anything from them. It just goes into my right ear and flies out from my left ear. "See? I told you these online classes would help you a lot, and it did," she gushed, and I faked a smile at her. "So how was school today?" "Same as always. What about you, Mom? I thought you’d be at the hospital," I said, because they’re barely at home during the evenings.