Novel & Cerita Puisi Tentang Kelas

he informed then and smirked. He continued into the startled silence; "Well too bad", he quipped, "You'll just have to get over it", he said. "All classes are divided into five sections: Class A to Class E. That's not to say Class A is filled with geniuses and Class E are all stupid, don't be insipid, we're not idiots—we don't want anyone to discriminate on those qualities", he rolled his eyes and continued, "No... each Class has an average student, a really bad student, and a genius", he listed, "There is however a Best Class Award so, each year you will compete against the other classes to win this award and make your homeroom teacher proud", he explained in detail.

He gestured to the door. "I'm sorry sir, I promise to be focused." I whispered but I knew he heard me everybody did. By now everyone was whispering in the class about how I'm probably going to fail his course and all. "Better. We have twenty five minutes more before class ends. I want you all to write on a piece of paper a short poem, something short but with a lot of meanings." He said. Poem? I can't think straight right now, how am I supposed to come up with a poem within Twenty five minutes. Regardless I picked up my pen and started writing, I couldn't afford to fail this class.

Crafting verses provided her with solace, allowing her to pour her thoughts and emotions onto paper and bring her inner world to life through the power of words. When Mr. Ito commenced reading the poem’s first verse, its profound message about love resonated deeply within the classroom. The poem spoke of a love that transcends boundaries—distance, age, status, gender, or appearance. It emphasized the importance of fighting for love despite the obstacles. As Akira absorbed the words, a realization dawned upon her: it was time to confront Yuki and seek the answers she had been longing for.

This time it was Kehlani who had been quiet that chose to explain to Rose before Sandra could. “Just like Kel said, the classes are also divided like that as well. The classes in our high school are the Purple crystal class known as the special section, Blue crystal class special section 2, Green crystal class and Yellow crystal class. In terms of student and teacher quality, the Yellow crystal class couldn’t compare to any of the classes in front of it, especially the Purple class. Most of the talented students in the city were concentrated in this class, and so it had quite the reputation. Most of the students that came out of the Purple class all got into prestigious universities as well

“The best poet of the day is NOBODY BUT Perez,’’ she announced and immediately the whole class roared with laughter. That was impossible, everyone knew it was in the realm of impossible things, how could that even happen. “ If you think your poem is better than that of Perez, raise your hand up,’’ she dared. Sasha immediately raised up her hand, taking the challenge, anyone could have done it easily, it was common knowledge that Perez couldn’t do anything, she couldn’t write a poem, do any math’s or answer a question correctly, unless Jesus himself came down and performed a miracle on my head. One person moved to the front of the class to read both poems. Sasha’s poem The only man, Who has e

the teacher says and most of the students are quite glad because of it. I don't know how does be teach cause it is my first class but I never get to attend the class even for the first time. "What's going on? Why would he get mad over him?" I ask? "You know why? It's class. Not the class like this class. I mean the hierchial class of economy. You be in the top level and you are going to dominate the whole other class. Don't you see students over here. Most of them belong to the elite class. Most of their family own their own corporates, sports company, hotels and so much more. You see how rich they are? They even get the privilege to get forgiven by teachers even if they mistake ,why?" he as

Ye Jun bluntly refused. "C'mon, make up your sad face." Mizu smiled, as if she couldn't believe it. "Don't be afraid, A class isn't terrible." "Yeah, that's good. Because in class A we will get the letters of the Alphabet." I said. For the first time, I agree with Mizu's opinion. "No!" cried Adnan. "The A class is the worst class among the others." He took a deep breath, then he looked at Mizu. "You can relax like this? Don't you know, it's a special class for outcasts with inhuman tasks."

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."

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!”

Tapi apa kan daya… “Baik Puan.” Qaseh terpaksa akur. Kelas Puan Lin agak membosan kan. 1jam terasa bagaikan satu hari. “Okay. Kelas dismiss. Sila hantar report kepada Qaseh. Assalamualaikum.” “Waalaikumussalam..” Bergema satu kelas dek suara kami. Bertimbun-timbun report diatas meja Qaseh. Banyak ni. Puan Lin ni pun satu. Dia tak nampak ke yang aku ni tak tinggi mana? Tak apa.. Apa gunanya kawan.