Spoken Poetry About Teachers Day の小説・ストーリー

He took his spot behind the podium and even though he didn't require a mic, he tapped it twice and then began. "Good morning, students. I'm delighted to see your happy faces. Shows how much you love your principal!" Except for the students who assumed themselves obligated to school and studied smiled as the old man's face wrinkled with a broad grin. "Not many of you look happy! So bad. After all it is a wonderful morning and who likes to see the mundane faces of old boring teachers and listen to their robotic voices? Apathy in your eyes pleads with me to not speak either."

Logan remarked dryly. However, the other teachers responded with mocking looks and sneers. They seemed to convey: "He's just a fool fresh out of university, lacking any background. He believes he can change the world with his title as a mere homeroom teacher. Your requests mean nothing to those influential people. You're just a worker. Why do you hold yourself in such high regard?" They seemed to forget that they, too, were workers. "Very well, Mr. Pearce! We eagerly anticipate the outcome!" one of the teachers mockingly replied.

How she missed. A small phone conversation could not bring her satisfaction - Samantha needed to see him, at least once a day. She was rereading his last messages when the teacher's voice distracted her from this exciting activity: - Miss Wiley, are you with us today? Shakespeare awaits your attention. Sammy didn't often argue with the teachers, but now something just hit her. Without looking up from her phone, she muttered: - Shakespeare is no longer waiting for anything, he died a long time ago.

What a cool way to deal with this jerk day. I glanced at Zetta. “Bruh… your favorite teacher made us all die! Still wanna be his fans?" I asked sarcastically. "That's not what he wants! That's his responsibility as a teacher at school. Curriculum!" “Haish… are you blind? blinded by the endless love of this mortal world! Ohhh… that's how to love… the suffering is endless. And you have fallen to the wrong man ever! The king of the darkness himself!" I said lazily. The effects of stress, inner pressure, and heavy burden in front of my eyes. I'm starting to get crazy. Quoting some absurd line then put everything in my bag and walked out of the classroom.

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

"Teaching can be a wild ride, but moments like these make it feel like we're superheroes, not just school teachers.” As laughter rippled through the staff room, the tension from earlier seemed to melt away. Sophie and I, no longer hunched over our lunches, were now animatedly tossing around ideas for the surprise celebration. A playful debate erupted over who should bake the cake. Mrs Hernandez was the clear favourite, with her legendary chocolate chip cookies a close second. The air buzzed with a warm nostalgia as we reminisced about past Teacher's Days – the students' heartfelt poems, the slightly off-key rendition of "Happy Teacher's Day," and the slightly embarrassing homemade gifts.

"Today will be a truly inspiring day. I'll be having the privilege of witnessing incredible performances that celebrate cultures from around the world." He pauses, scanning the attentive faces before him. "I want to share something personal with you all," Ryan continues. "Consider it an inauguration. I have always had a passion for poetry. It's a form of expression that allows me to delve into emotions and stories in a way that connects deeply with others." Whispers of interceptions ripple through the audience as Ryan opens up, his words genuine and heartfelt. "Writing poetry has been a source of solace and inspiration for me. Today, I'd like to share a poem I wrote, inspired by moments of r

After spending my life not having a social life, one of my favorite teachers is throwing my hard work down the drain. " That's all for today, have a great day!" He excitedly said before exiting the class.

I let out an impatient sigh waiting for his dismissal, He sighs, motioning his hand towards the door. As soon as I enter my poetry class, the late bell rings and I head over to the table where Alison, Madison, and Blake are sitting. "Now that everyone's here let's get started," Our teacher begins. "Today we'll be doing something different. I'll be giving you guys a project." A few groans go around the room but other than that, people seemed to be intrigued.