روايات وقصص ضمن Poetry About Online Class

“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!”

She asks me, curious. “Actually, I have already started. I decided that in person classes don't really work for me now. So, I called the college and they switched me to online classes. That way, I can work when the kids are in bed or at school. It's gives me a comfortable flexibility, which of course is something I desperately need.. Also, they offer an 'at your own pace' type curriculum, so I can go as fast or slow as I need to.” “That sounds perfect.” Rose says.

Ang init kaya. ****************** "Hindi ko alam na nakaka stress pala ang mag online class." Reklamo ni Trexie. Katatapos lang ng huling subject namin. Dito na kami sa kwarto ko pumwesto dahil baka madistract nanaman ang bakla.

The class was not what one would call ‘official’, nor could it be described as homeschooling, mainly because Monet only taught poetry, and she only taught for two hours a day. It was a free class that she had started when she had first met Annabelle, inspired by her voice in the streets but later appalled by her grammar, but in only three years, there was a drastic change in all her students both ongoing and non-committal, like Davis or Leo. She had started general, but down the line, she had upgraded her class to poetry, mostly because she realized that most of the street orphans responded to topics that held emotions.

The window framed a world I felt increasingly detached from—the world where everyday worries were confined to the pages of textbooks. Mrs. Thompson's voice became a distant murmur as I sank into contemplation. The beauty of the verses intertwined with the chaotic threads of my own narrative. I found myself caught in a dance between the lyrical elegance of Shakespeare's words and the harsh reality that had become my existence. Unbeknownst to me, Mrs. Thompson posed a question, her eyes fixed on the horizon of my distant gaze. The sudden silence in the room pulled me back to the present. The question hung in the air, a challenge that demanded a response. My classmates turned their expectant ey

Hindi ganitong magda-dalawang oras na siyang wala at saka may klase pa siyang naskip. Tahimik lang kami dito sa upuan, habang iniisip kung nasaan na ba si Kat. Habang 'yung mga classmates namin, ayon, ang ingay. May mga sariling mundo. Maya't maya pa ay tumahimik sila dahil dumating si Miss Larcena. Agad silang nagsibalikan sa kaniya-kaniyang mga upuan at halatang mga takot.

I know they hate each other but I never expected to come to the point that they would fight in front of me. “The christmas break will start next week, so before you take your own vacations, I want everyone to create their own poem or any kind of literatures regarding on a person loving someone silently. Do create your own title and use your imagination skills, and I want everyone to read it in front of the class.” The whole class started to complain because of what our prof said in the last line. “Ma’am,do we really need to read it in front of the class?” “Prof., it’s embarrassing!”

Not ever. Those tempting gaze left her. She gulped a breath. "And that is the first poem we are going to study. I will give you fifteen minutes to research it then we begin our discussion." Thank God they had a diversion for the day. -Just for the day.- She'd have to be in his presence five days a week for three months. Just great. Really great. -Note the sarcasm.- -Is it too late to shift class?- ______________

My mother smiled, and gave me a kiss on my forehead. Those words motivated me, and I felt better. I wasn’t going to back down, not so soon. “Thank you, mom.” I appreciated her, and hugged her again, feeling much more energized, and ready to show Professor Lucien what I’m capable of. The next day, I went to school, waiting for his class to begin, but then the course representative came out to pass an information. “Professor Lucien will be having online classes with us for a week, so let’s make use of Zoom whenever we have his classes. I’ll be dropping the link on the group chat, so you all, have a nice day.”

They had gone silent. “It has been a dramatic beginning to our year together, and I am sorry for that. I’d planned an introduction and class discussion for today. However, these events need immediate action. Since I may not return before the end of the session, I’ll allow you to leave class after you’ve finished the reading. However, please access the online notes and assignment and hand it in tonight. We’ll have our discussion tomorrow, and that will give me a sample of your writing skills to assess where each of you stand. Thank you for your patience. Please finish the reading and pick up your assignment from this pile on your way out of the room.”