Novel & Cerita Puisi Tentang Kelas

This upset Carl very much, yet he dared not show it. “Humans are divided into three classes. The lower-class work with their hands, the middle-class work with their minds, and the upper-class work other people. Kareem is in the lower class while father-in-law, you are partially in the middle-class at most. However, Drake Tucker and his group are in the upper-class, do you understand?” Carl was shocked.

Everyone knew the meaning behind the class allocation by now, so they looked at Class 4 with disdain. The students in this class were the least powerful with the worst talents, only serving as stepping stones for the others in this life. People were always distinguished by standards, and practitioners were no exception. As long as they were strong, they would have a better future, so they looked down on the weak. Before everyone gathered around formally, some people from Class 1 approached Class 4. They looked at the Class 4 people condescendingly, their mockery obvious. “You bunch of losers look so pathetic after traveling for half an hour. With that level, why bother coming here?”

“Why? Do you think my mommy doesn’t match him?” “No, no… That isn’t what I meant. I’m saying that he’s not from the same world as us.” “Then what kind of world is he from? Mars?” Tania wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. She had no choice but to explain, “I’m talking about the world that we’re living in now! It’s divided into two classes: the rich and the poor. At the same time, there are those from the upper echelon of society and those from the ordinary social class. He is at the top of the hierarchy and we’re just regular people, got it?”

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.

I am a fucking legend. Currently I am in class: class Emerald, where Jeiel is making my ears bleed. I feel like stuffing a rag in her mouth, but she is the class president and that seems too cruel so I won’t do it. Ha-ha, I almost believed myself for a second, the only reason, bitch face is still talking is that there are no rags nearby. So I did the next best thing, IGNORE. "…Our class are categorized into three: Emerald class, Diamond class, and Ruby class. Emerald class is for everyone, it is like the general class where we have our general subjects like Math, and so on…are you even paying attention to me? Jeiel asked exasperated.

Then he succes in his life but never comes back . " Everyone , we are going to sing a song written by our classmates Danny ." Ben said as everyone in the class get together on the stage . They sing the song with all their heart . Fewo of them feel sour in their heart because they knew the feel to struggle in life especially to struggle in their family to become the heir of the family . Not only them on the stage feel the deep meaning of the song , most of the students also can feel it .