Poetry About Online Class Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

"I recall Franky had in-person classes in Joseubury last time. Why is it only online this time?" Another student chimed in, "I was wondering the same. I was actually looking forward to attending in person, thinking I could be more focused. Who knew they suddenly canceled it!" "Heh, more focused offline? Don't kid yourself. You just have a crush on Franky, you cheeky one!" "UwU, busted! But seriously, Franky is so handsome! I wish he could be my nude model!" "To the person above, it's time to wake up!"

He then places it on his back. “Why do you want to talk to the Dean?” Wesley joins us. I should tell him the truth. “He wants to talk to the Dean concerning our classes so that they can all be online.” I say to him. We all walk out of the class and I give a small wave of goodbye to Ms. Flowers. She waves back. Wesley scoffs. “Impossible. Absolutely impossible.” He says. He turns to me. “We tried that before, remember?” “Yeah, but this time is different.” I say hopefully and Wesley laughs.

As the men continue to file onto the plane, I settle into Roman's lap with my laptop to finish one of my assignments. In the last few days, I've also realized I don't hate taking my college classes online. I actually really enjoy it. It's a lot more like homeschooling. I get to work at my own pace and don't have to deal with the disruptions that come with the classroom environment. I've actually worked ahead in my Explorations in Modern Mathematics class and only have five assignments left to complete for the entire semester. I've always loved math; something about it just clicks in my brain, so for that class especially, being able to work ahead at my own pace is really nice. Benny is sitti

It reminded him of Ray again, he had a poem somewhere about this, so having it memorized he looked up first. "Photosynthesis, a life giving green, breathe the air and know that very process is pristine, yes the spring will bring color on a bright wide wing, yet its the green that breaks the ice and brings with it the fresh life giving air..." He looked at the class "I don't know the author of the poem, but it fits well with what we're about to do, open on page 310" Rebecca sat in awe, she has heard that poem somewhere in her life, but at this moment it slipped her mind.

College is such a weird place if you think about it. Some of the things here are just not well purposefully positioned. Isn't this place suppose to prepare us for real life?! And yet, there are stuff forced on us with no logical explanation. Like the fact that I'm an IT student, but I still have to take classes about poetry. Or a two hours per week in Women Studies. But today's class is a dozy. The professor arrives on time, and starts in a whim. "Death, so called, is a thing that makes men weep." he says. "And yet, a third of life is spent in sleep."

She didn’t reply to the message, just put her phone on silent and went back to sleep. She slept peacefully until around 11 AM, then got up and attended a live-streamed class from the conservatory via the cloud learning platform. She wasn’t heading to Teacher Maria’s studio today and had decided to stay home and catch up on her coursework instead. She’d missed quite a few classes recently, and with midterms coming up fast, she really didn’t want to fail anything. Thankfully, the online platform let her study anytime, anywhere. But not all courses were available online, which made her even more grateful to her good friend Kamila.

I kept hovering my finger over the ‘Ask to join’ button but just couldn't bring myself to touch it. “Remember they can't see or hear you, just one click, and you'll be back in your world of Trazodone or whatever that is you study.” I burst into laughter at the mention of Trazodone. Beck had probably seen the word on notes and remembered it. After that clicking on that became a little easier. I still panicked every time I thought my microphone or camera was on. But other than that, I actually preferred online over in person classes. I could easily sit in my pyjamas, sip on coffee while making notes. Without the distraction of Steph poking her elbows into my ribs to pass on some gossip.