Poetry About Online Class Novels & Stories

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.

All I can do is go through the motions and try to make it through another day. I scan the room and take in the paralyzed state of my classmates. They appear to be lifeless, trapped within their own minds. I can't help but wonder if online classes are on the horizon. If that happens, there won't be a reason for me to stay in London. I am desperate to blow off some steam. It’s like an itch. First it was just under my skin, now it's eating me up inside, and no matter how much I claw at it, it doesn’t go away.

Sunny Friday came, and they stopped our class today during the lesson. Our professor who was teaching a while ago said they would have their emergency meeting. I think it is also because of what has been happening in our surroundings lately. We are done copying the lesson on the board and are just waiting for our professor to return. "Do you think they will tell us to stay home for now?" I asked Shiela. Shiela nodded to my statement and said, "It can be. We can also have online classes if needed." she replied.

I felt bad, I would text him back later. I had two from an unknown number. The first one said, “I’m sorry.” The second one said “I miss you already.” Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach. It was him, I could feel it but I couldn’t respond, although I wanted to. All the feelings came back; and I was doing so well. I read them about six more times as I moved through the rest of my day. I got all my stuff together for this online class. I needed a distraction, and this was perfect. I turned my music on and grabbed my apron. We were making Chicken Marsala. I poured

“Oh, this is nothing,’’ I whispered to myself before walking off to the opposite direction happily, one unhappy moment can not undo and outweigh all the good time and memories that we had created together, that was just impossible. The bell rung and I rushed off to English class, the teacher asked everyone to write a poem down as she went round and I couldn’t seize the moment better, this was my chance to outshine everyone. Ye god of beauty, Ooh Israelite god lost in earth Ye is full of walking metaphors and perfections A breath oozes love and makes beautiful flowers to blush Like a virgin caught in a midnight dance with bachelors Thou eyes glow like molten lave and hot coals, healing broken

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

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.

He answered. "Thank you very much." I wrote on the notepad. "I'm happy to help." He smiled and I waved at him and left the class to go to my next class. Now, I have to write a poem about anything and submit it tomorrow. I can't even write poems, how should I go about this then? I have always been weak in that area. I wish even more that Lucien was around. He is the one that took poetry class from the starting of the academy, I only started taking it this month.

I ask, baffled, Caspian leaves his seat on the stool and comes to join Lucien, the two of them standing side by side, "You could be going online, we do that too whenever we are unable to be in classes physically, It can be arranged, you get to submit your assignments to your lecturers, do your tests and exams as normal as anyone, but it would all be online. We will provide you with everything you need for that." He explains They said it so simply, like they were fixing a minor issue rather than uprooting my entire existence. I bit my trembling lower lip so hard I tasted blood, my blood was boiling hot,

(LILY POV) I am still feeling woozy and I can't even absorb what the instructor teaching us. I manage to jot down some information and hoping never called during the class, but due to lack of students in this special section, it will be miracle if there is no one noticed me. We are going to have recitation after the discussion. But there's really no idea sink in my mind.