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Genevieve Mar 2017
Dear Principal brain dead
with a hollowed out head !
with tears coming home more often than not!
Your lame dead brain dead excuse to not move my daughter to a
gentle spoken teacher rather than always ready with attack mode 0n teacher!

Dearest Brain deadest one
unfortunately this is you principal Valentine!!!
With rage my volcanic anger stirs the teachers cauldron;
Most likely she hates us by now but I haven't anything to lose
I have to remove her yet another year cause last year you
chose to turn off your F'ing listening ears!!

Dearest Brainless heartless Principal of Errol Hassell
back up your staff 110% don't give in or buckle for last year
I gave them the stiff shoulder and now a 2nd time so lets see
just how far they will go this time around? Well Brainless  itch
you can bet we are not threw, still at work behind the scenes to get her out from under your reigns but your blocking it which I think is insane.

But not a shocker being you love to lie and state one liners to shut a parent down
but what you don't realize I am not the stoppin ' Kind ; So go inside your so called school and run it like the cavalier fool that you have become over time letting down children  repeatedly , Who is clearly having personality clashes with the teacher and it is absurd the words you spoke to us saying Kids talk and this and that for being the reason you will not just simply move her to the teacher~>~~>>>

We know she is comfortable with & this is not a matter of Hide the crime don't do the time !! This is a real legit matter! So take your falseness and leave us alone,
help us to leave it as well , Give us a push to get out of your hair but the truth is you don't want to have to supply a reason so local schools ban together to protect thee other so your @$$3$ are what matters most for you not risking your job for just another parent, Just another Student!!

Brain Dead Fool of a Principal who has zero!
She is cool calm an collected while destroying your hope
for your child's safety and this is no Joke.

So when a fellow teachers who reply or people who love family or friend who are  teachers too or they once had please take a step back and a try a realistic approach to thinking while reading my words as the reality of this grows & that there are Cruel teachers that live inside schools some young some old and weathered all they know now to do is Scold Scold Scold!!! Be gone with you little annoying student of mine' because I am angry at the whole class I will choose to pick on you this time! You have study hall for the millionth time!!!

Holding power whether for good reason or
Just to be a b
*ch to a kid to pay them back for what they did or didn't do!
This school sickens me also allowing kids to label themselves a pack of 4 boys
who go by "The smarties" for me this is repulsive to ignore causing in others a feeling of Less especially since the teacher gives them most of classtime privilege's and lets them boss the students around on what to do or simply they say to others
" Your not a Smartie!!"  already started age 9 is all such a vulnerable age and being let down by adult authoritative figure and choosing not to protect and be wise to show my girl she is cared about and not denied of her experiences??!!

Is this not enough for you to have instilled inferior fear inside my daughter? Cant you see you failed her and now she feels scared and weary of adults
not trusting and this is because of you
                                            Dearest Brain Dead Principal.
My girl is stuck in a rut right now because the principal refuses to simply move her to another class within the school, happened last year too when it was her first male teacher and he is a flippant man who enjoys being mean and on several attempts for things to change he argued with the parents instead of think of a solution!! I caught him in a few lies as well so last year the principal failed her after 3 meetings L8her!! So homeschooling we did attempt but I am not well enough disciplined. She took a chance at getting a very joy filled teacher and unfortunately we are in a Nightmare yet again!! the principal is acting like she is helping us to transfer but after 2 different tries the same line of max class full it feels like the principals are talking then backing them up by trying to force us into a corner but I am not that kind!!!! think twice!! I know the principal has let down other families as well; I just weep for the repeat misery they bring cause it is not just my child suffering in class this is happening too often than not! because this principal chooses to not believe the parents and cast us aside with some cheesy chintzzy lines!! So I wrote with information a poem this time to release my tensions and anxieties of plenty, I am everyday sick to my stomach until this is resolved I've got upset belly. This is truly sad. and they have broken my trust To think my girl gave it a go for the 2nd time and same freakin situation of a screaming teacher who never smiles and is always scowling at some one. anyone would get worn out from that and she is most likely a worn out vet teacher who needs to retire same with her last years brain dead Lawrence.  They need younger spirits to fill their schools!! Younger teachers who still have fresh passion to teach. and can find happiness from being around children!
FLA
Forest Lake Academy
Writing, biology, anatomy
Where I first loved science
Found a word smith's defiance
Asian, male, teacher to blame
Don't remember his name
But he taught me well
And now I excel
White, female, teacher to blame
Don't remember her name
But she started me writing
Words come like thunder and lightning
And it's kinda exciting
Sensing synapses igniting
The proverbial bulb of light
An idea with untold height
The honor to write
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
TEACHERS ARE MENTORS AND ROLE
MODELS IN OUR SOCIETY TODAY
PASSING ON WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE
IN THE MOST CARING WAY


IN THIS TURBULENT WORLD THAT
OUR YOUNG KIDS FACE TODAY
THEY NEED MENTORS OF STRENGTH
SO IT IS HARDER FOR THEM TOO STRAY


FOR THERE ARE PEER GROUPS
THE INTERNET SNAP CHAT AS WELL
THERE IS THE INFORMATION OVER LOAD
AND FUN STORIES TO TELL


GONE ARE THE DAYS OF ROMPER ROOM
MR SQUIGGLE AND THE FLOWER *** MEN
NOW OUR CHILDREN AT SCHOOL
HAVE TO LEARN AND DEFEND


BUT SOME LUCKY STUDENTS HAVE
COMPASSIONATE TEACHERS THAT ARE NEW
WITH SKILLS AND WISDOM
THAT THEY SHARE WITH YOU
IN OUR SOCIETY TODAY WE NEED ROLE MODELS THAT OUR KIDS CAN FOLLOW AND I WAS FORTUNATE TO COMPOSE THIS FOR A VERY SPECIAL TEACHER. SOME OF THE REFERENCES ARE ONLY FORM AUSTRALIA VERY SORRY.
Julie Grenness Feb 2017
What makes a teacher great?
With lots of kids, you must relate,
Cast aside your cares and woes,
It's like a stage, the classroom flows,
Look at things through their eyes, eh,
Make learning fun, but be firm each day,
Then send them home at the end of the day,
"Gee, I can't believe it's the holidays!":
Says no teacher ever,
Living legacies, really quite clever,
So, does that make a teacher great
With all those kids to relate?
Feedback welcome.
Tamal Kundu Dec 2016
I

School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right,
Daal-rice, clock ticking away in delight;
Cycles stop, wagons with seasonal crop,
Get to her class before the gates shut tight.

II

The obsession froths beyond the eavesdrop,
Secrecy brews a moral of Aesop;
Friends don't yet know, the fear that the eyes show,
Grows the need to shout it from the rooftop.

III

Geography is boring, the maps tow
Useless details such as where's Kosovo;
It's all pretense, the absorption intense,
But her attention sets the world aglow.

IV

The wistful heart struggles to make some sense
And accept pain at misery's expense;
Then her comment, and the motives ferment,
The surging tide sweeps over the heart's fence.

V

Evening is drunk with sunlight, the day's spent,
Menthol erases the cigarette scent;
She fades from sight, the mundanities write,
A long ride back under the clouds' intent.
Form: Rubaiyat
Feliz G Dec 2016
Hearts, like glass, they're spread across the floor, broken.
Once you try to fix it, you get cut in the process, and you're reminded why you're hurt.
Because you've hurt someone else.
Messed up once, messed up twice, OH CRAP 5 HEARTS ACROSS THE ****** BATTLEFIELD. Well, we've messed up too many times which we cannot forget. The thing is, who's next?
Sparkling Dust Nov 2016
Words are not enough to express
Our sorrow, our joy, our advices
So here are three roses
For us to commemorate your past successes

Three, we are sad to see you go
The school will miss the love you've shown
The lessons you've taught us, how life's a bow
That we are arrows aiming high, not low

Two, even though you will be far
Know that you have a home, our hearts
We are happy that you were a part
Of our school, you are golden stars

One, we wish you luck
Don't waste time when opportunities knock
Time can be told by a clock
But moments, in our hearts, they are locked

Cherish yours

Words are not enough to express
How much we love you, through worst or best
So before you go, here are three roses
To the Golden ones, see you again
“For the teachers who left for another adventure.”
AD Snail Oct 2016
You can hear the children secret cries.
You know what the adults have done,
But you don't utter a word.

The children have no clue why they run,
They just know never to disobey,
"The superior one."

They silence their words,
Allowing themselves to leave them in their throat.
While they choke on the wild thoughts,
As words are throw like daggers at them.

The superior ones,
That's what they call themselves,
But the children see them more as the monsters under their beds.

They children don't understand,
They just want to make the cruel monsters proud,
But their trying just gets throw back at them,
With insults as the bonus.

The children never utter words,
As mentally bruises are put upon their innocent minds.

They stay silent as they get bullied away by the superior ones.
Sometimes we have wonderful teachers, and sometimes we don't.
Anne Curtin Oct 2016
because I have been listening to
your bullying in my head 44 years
and that is 44 years too long.

Listen up Mrs. K
because in 4th grade you said
I was too fat and stupid to be a poet
and I'd be wasting paper anyway.

Now I have something to say.

Tonight in a bookstore filled
with people as my poetry group
launched our book, and I read my
my poems out loud - I was heard
I was good enough to be there.

Mrs. K, listen up
because I am a poet

and you are evicted.
GABRIELLE Sep 2016
Like a fire
During the rain,
A hail
On a deserted place,
Like an astronaut
That’s scared of heights,:
Structures of teachers
While giving future to the youth

Their blood has the color of gold
A treasure in disguise
A diamond
Shining each and everyday
They are saviors
A legend for sure
Taught us to mirror the future
Make it better than that

While learners turn to black and gray,
They use their chalk
To make it vibrant
Like a wrecked road
Alone in the middle of nowhere,
Fixed it
Then made it
A road to triumph
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