Poetry About Online Class Novels & Stories

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?

Magkakaiba man ng persona ang bawat isa, pagdating sa pagtuklas at paglantad ng katotohanan ay patuloy pa ring magkaka-isa ng magkasama. Parang isang sinag ng araw na sa sobrang liwanag pati ang bahaghari ay nakiisa at nakisaya kaya ang buong paligid ay gumanda. Kinuha ko ang phone ko at nagconnect sa wifi ng School at gumawa ng poetry para sa araw na 'to and I posted it on t*****r. I'm an actress, you're buttress and you made me breathless. I count on using abacus, you're so gorgeous.

Viper asked, his tone neutral but curious. “I learned that independence is overrated when you’re miserable,” I said, pulling a few laughs. “I learned that normal life doesn’t fit me anymore. That I’ve changed completely and trying to go back to who I was before is not only impossible, it’s pointless. I learned that home isn’t a place—it’s people. And my people are here.” “What about school?” someone else called out. “You going back and forth?” “Online classes,” I said. “If I pursue education at all. Honestly, I’m still figuring that out. But whatever I do will be from here, not from some apartment where I pretend this life doesn’t exist.”

Before we got anything, Mellisa decided to take me round the mall as she believed that would ease off whatever that was bothering my mind, at least for a bit. “You told me that you have not attended physical lectures aside from the online classes, right for 3 weeks now. So, how have you been coping with the offline classes?” She asked me while we were going round the mall space. “Yeah, it hasn't been easy but we got to do what we got to do, to be fine. But I know that I am trying my best and giving it my all to pull through this stronger. Hopefully, I will resume school by next week, unfailingly. I know that I have missed out on some things going on in the physical class but the departmental

After a few moments of actually paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth, class soon becomes dismissed; having all students disperse from the classroom. Gianna and I rise from our seats before quickly exiting the classroom. We find ourselves standing outside in the courtyard alongside a group of other people as we begin to contemplate our decision. "When's your next class?" Gianna questions as she furrows her eyebrows at me curiously. "I'm pretty much done for today. I only have one more class but it's online and on my own accord so I'm pretty much free to do whatever." I explained, causing Giannas face to light up.

I want you to tell something. 'Sure dear, what happened?' "I am pregnant Mrs. See . Please don't tell about this to anyone, I don't know if they accept me after this or not. But I take online classes. I am sorry Mrs. See I know you trust me but ....' 'Why are you being sorry dear. It's ok you can take online classes. You only need to go once in a weak to summit your work. Is that ok dear?' Ash don't know he should cry or laugh.

At lunch I looked everywhere for him, I even sacrificed myself by going near Shawn, I just want to catch a glimpse of him, even just for a second, just once more. The bell rang. "Okay class, it's home time, make sure you study your books when you get home so you are ready for tomorrow's session. Good bye class." Everyone left. I take a long time gathering my things. I finally collect everything and exit the class. So many people in a rush to go home. They must all have plans, social plans. I'm alone. I just sit in my room and write. I sometimes think that it's useless just sitting there, no one will ever see my writing, it will just rot, like I will when I die. It's quite sad thinking about

Their collective response harmonized with a sense of anticipation, setting the tone for the day ahead. As the class settled, Mr. Ito began his lesson with an engaging introduction. The promise of exploring the enchanting realm of poetry stirred a wave of excitement within Akira. She opened her book to page 107, her eyes eagerly scanning the verses that lay ahead. The opportunity to immerse herself in the rhythm and beauty of poetry filled her with Anticipation lingered in the air, and a smile tugged at the corners of Akira's lips. As an aspiring writer and poet, her journey into the world of creativity had begun at a young age. Even in grade school, the seeds of her passion for poetry had ta

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

"this is Zyrene Naumi speaking, we won't have classes for monring and we would love to play a new requested songs. Thank you and have a nice day!" Everyone cheer when the speaker went off. Even my squad is happy with thay they heard. It made me think. "Is this normal here? I mean no classes?" Seah nod her head. "It's second semester so it's not a busy days and faculties are busy with exchange students from higher schools." Well, I guess that's good. I hate classes anyways but I need my diploma. "There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity