Spoken Poetry About Teachers Day Novels & Stories

Zhenya In the morning, instead of a lecture on French, we were sent to the Assembly hall, where our teacher announced an important news. " Rejoice, incompetents! Today you will not be writing complex test papers! The rector's birthday is in three days. This is an important event for the entire University! I am the main organizer, and I will not tolerate any mistakes!" His voice is so commanding. The girls and I stood as far away as we could, so as not to be seen by him. Specifically I found a photo of bespectacled in my phone to brag to the friends.

I think of the comment that said, He married my womb, not me, and how I wrote it with shaking fingers and then hit post and almost threw up. The open mic starts. Naya taps the mic and says, “Be nice, be brave, be on time,” and people laugh. A guy with a long beard reads a poem about his dog. A teacher reads a tribute to her students that makes everyone clap because middle schoolers are wild and beautiful. A teenage boy performs a rap that's mostly about not wanting to be soft and then admitting he's soft. I find myself nodding with them, clapping with them, smiling like I didn’t know my face could still do that without permission.

"Darling, we played games in the kindergarten today and got first place again. Today, the school teacher praised me again, saying that I am strong and smart." Wasn't it what normal kindergarten teachers do... "Darling, our teacher asked why didn't you come to pick me up from school. I said you are sick, so Bad Uncle was taking care of you and asked the driver to pick me up." "Darling, Darling, today the teacher arranged for us to recite a poem. To be honest, I have already memorized it. Listen to me and I will recite it to you. How doth the little crocodile, Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile, On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads h

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

“Why are you spilling your anger on your students?” “Did I allow you to speak?” Ms. Jimenez countered, crossing her arms. “I transferred here last week; you have three meetings with us in a week: Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Today is my fourth time to meet you and I must say, today’s a devilish Monday. There was a suicide case, theft, and now a dreadful teacher! Isn’t it Christmas? It’s too eventful for me,” she paused to give that mocking smile. I could see Ms. Jimenez’ hands grip her arms tightly, maybe trying to prolong her patience with the Detective.

But the Angel doesn't take any hint and debates one more time. "But how is it possible for a man with miseries to recall some happy moment and let his heart 'dance' with the daffodils?" The resignation in her question piques the interest of some other students in class. They appear to agree with her. I also find myself agreeing to her, partly if not all. The responsibility of the situation strikes Ms. Anne and she regains her composure. "Poets are meant to exaggerate, Ms. James, I hope you know that." She gives her a tight smile. "Now back to study."

Kaia smiled upon remembering something when they were still in school. “Ms. Tennison,” she heard their teacher beside her. Her eyes went from small to bigger when she realized that she was in school and she couldn’t remember anything about it. “Can you tell me what the poem was about?” She swallowed and looked at the entire class who were also looking at her. She saw the name of the poet on the board and she thought about the poem she chose to submit. She exhaled and confidently answered. “It was about how two lovers were able to compromise with each other for the sake of being in love.”

Teacher Anna, Teacher Rissiya and Teacher Enji also raised their hands in confirmation, prompting the other teachers to all chuckle and smile in amusement. “It’s a bit boring to talk about lecturers for a week in a row. It’s time to be a normal housewife and talk with the youngsters,” Teacher Anna said with a rather smug smile. Her response made other teachers laugh. “Oh and share some cooking recipes~,” Teacher Rissiya added with a wink of her eye. The Minister laughed. “I think that’s for the best right now. What a great idea, teachers! We only got tonight and tomorrow after all. After we return to the kingdom, we adults wouldn’t be able to easily meet the participants.”

she waved happily at me. Sophia and I had separate classes except for a couple, like the last class we had for the day, Poetry. It was a very busy day on campus today, and I felt extremely tired. You couldn't blame me, it's just 12 pm and I'm under a burden of homework already. Yet, I wanted to see what the commotion was about this new poetry professor. I heard some girls talking about him in my first class and it piqued my attention. “Oh my God, Karyna. You are absolutely going to die when you see him,” Sophia found me the moment I thought of her.

He was always — always outdoors too. I sent a text to indicate that I was back. Brielle was the first to reply. “Yo, girl!” “Hey, teacher.” “Shut up. My students treat me better than you do.” “Yes, maybe because they are your students.” “Goofer!” “Hush. Thanks for Granny Carys.” “Hush.” “Don’t use my line against me, you imposter!” “Hush. Where in the hell is Gabe?” “Look who's the teacher! Language!”