Novel & Cerita Poetry About Online Class

"It's not goodbye, it's seen you later..." "But you're leaving," one of the girls said. "But with what I'm going to give you, we'll have good online classes," I pointed out. "I'll be able to see you, and we'll continue with the lessons, but they won't be in person." "Are we going to work like during the pandemic?"

Vess's laughed, and yeah I also laughed with her After all that name was given by me. It's like all the tension has suddenly flown away. But who knows? Maybe this is silence before the storm? Or maybe it is nothing and I'm overreacting like I always do. *** "Where the hell is Cole?" Dylan muttered under his breath in literature class. We all are here in the English literature class listening to whatever Mrs Bitwick was explaining about the depth of words and how we execute them with one particular feeling in poetry. "Poetry is like an art, as an emotion, like energy given by the words to the soul of body------" she was explaining all this with her hand movements.

Like someone who hadn’t yet realized how precarious everything was. “Robin.” She looked up, a smile flickering across her face. “Hey, you’re home early.” I didn’t return the smile. She sat up slowly. “What’s going on?” “You’re switching to online classes.” Her brows knit together. “What?” “It’s not safe on campus anymore,” I said, shrugging off my coat. “Too many people talking. We can’t risk it.” “Wait—what are you talking about?” she said, standing now, voice sharp. “You’re telling me I have to do school online?”

I came to meet rumali Patrick, she is swirling across the high wall, I said " Hi.., it's been long time to see " " Yea.. It is.. How are you alisha " She asked me with excitement in her voice. " I'm cool..., " By the way I'm running out of class time, I'll see you at lunch time. See yaa..! With those words I halt to my class way, and classes started running as usual. I take notes and started writing about some poetry. But my mind drifts to the kiss at a fast paced time above the speed of light. I want to put an end to this buzzing in my mind.

He sighed and kept the back on his shoulder. "As you all know, I'm Mr. Klassen," he introduced. "I am taking you on Trig now since Mrs. Gladys left town." The classes nodded, half of them uninterested. That was one thing I loved about the young adults of this generation, and they never found anything educational and exciting. They only wanted to stare at their phone screens and party until drunk. These made them ignorant and, of course, the perfect type to attack and feed on. Suddenly, a disgusting smell invaded the air, and I grimaced, acknowledging it. I looked up at the class, and it seemed I was the only one perceiving it. I turned and faced Solomon, and his nose was wrinkled. I guess he

“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.

For the rest of the period, we talked here and there, when we had to ask each other something related to the class. Towards the end of the class our teacher said, “So students, this is all for today. Now I’m asking you all to make an assignment on the next chapter with your seat partner, it is a poem and I want both of you to write whatever you understand because there can be the infinite meaning of a single poem”

I couldn’t see much—just shadows and the faint glint of metal. A strange thrill ran through me. But with Kira still on the line, I wasn’t about to explore further. I pulled the door shut quickly. “Actually,” I said, forcing a casual tone, “my online classes for my second degree start really soon. Psychology. I should probably log in and set everything up before I forget.” Kira groaned. “Boo. Fine. But you better call me later and give me more details. I want to hear about the hot husband, the pregnancy, everything. Love you, crazy girl. I'm just so glad to hear from you.”

Ciara's POV "Unsaid words are the ones that break me, The words I never said because of closure that was never brought Shaking my leg anxiously due to those unsaid words You broke me Everything you do, you have broken me." Shan delivers a reading of my poem assignment for the Arts Appreciation Class. We are both in our first year of college and went to Father Saturnino Urios University. "I hope I've handled everything. You are fortunate, and you have made a poem. Can you make me one?" he asked, "I'm not prepared yet! Please, for the sake of me."

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?