So this is going to come off a little negative. I love teaching, and that is why I get so frustrated. I often feel like I am having no effect. The following is a rough draft of a poem I wrote as an example to a student.
I can't believe there is still fifteen minutes.
Fifteen! And I could have sworn it was five.
Fifteen more minutes of gold teeth flashin'
while students are laughin'
out loud at inside jokes.
Fifteen, maybe Fourteen now of
students starin' at blank pages
reflecting the despair on blank faces.
I need a student to succeed,
exceed my expectations,
but they sit and swat at F's
that settle on them like flies on the dead.