I met you when I was in sixth grade It was my first day in middle school and it was yours, too But I didn't know
Science was one of my best subjects but the class time wasn't one of my favorites I sometimes felt half asleep-it was first period But your cheerfulness made it alright
The year ended as it always does and then I finished 7th, 8th, 9th then it was time for my Sophomore year I didn't know you'd be here
It was first period again- but this time, I wasn't tired The thought of Biology made my mind fire- ready for the day
It was my favorite class of the day so for that I want to say Thank you for all the things you taught me In-and out of-the classroom
First period of Freshman Year: Social Studies and sleepy students; Pointless do-nows and obscure movies, The fun never stops.
No matter how complex the historical argument You always made it easy to understand and relate to. You were always eager to hear from us, Your faithful students, Your moldable minds, Your little friends.
We loved talking to you, And hearing you Rant and Complain about the weekend's ball game Just before cheerfully introducing us to King Louis XIV Or Petrarch, "The Man".
Politics weren't so scary, The past a little less mysterious, When you got up and taught us our Freshman Year Social Studies.
How many people can say A teacher inspired their first poem It wasn’t too long ago That I sat in class clueless To how to write or even start A poem It used to take me hours Just to think and try to write Now I can pour my heart out Within minutes You taught me You inspired me to learn How to write a poem So thank you You’re the reason I write The way I do Even though I don’t have you anymore The lessons are still in my head You’re the reason I read So many times a day You inspired me And now I have found my talent
My friends said you wanted more students. I know my singing skills are dull and out of tune. But you keep pushing them and making them sound better
When I walked in to hear everyone then I saw you I thought you were an older male with gray hair and a gray Beard turns out I was wrong
I know the first day was the worst for me because I am shy with new people But you must have seen it. with the questions you asked I didn’t have any music background at all
And you still wanted to keep me. I am now not as shy and I still can’t sing that good But you still want me in your class. Your choir already feels like home to me.
So there I’ll stay till I leave singing with the friends and Trying to make you proud!
I remember the first day of high school, walking into your class, hoping that this class would be easier then Spanish ever was.
You rambled on in a barely comprehendible voice, saying random sayings in German, the whole class looking at you in bewilderment, wondering why they decided to even take this class.
You made my day though; most of the time. I’ll be honest, I didn’t learn much in those two years but I did have fun in that class. You were always hilarious and gave me candy for whenever I did a good job, which was a plus!
You have retired now and have left here for good but I’ll always remember the good times I had when you taught my old favorite class.
"Thanks for the Lesson"
ReplyDeleteI met you when I was in sixth grade
It was my first day in middle school
and it was yours, too
But I didn't know
Science was one of my best subjects
but the class time wasn't one of my favorites
I sometimes felt half asleep-it was first period
But your cheerfulness made it alright
The year ended as it always does
and then I finished 7th, 8th, 9th
then it was time for my Sophomore year
I didn't know you'd be here
It was first period again-
but this time, I wasn't tired
The thought of Biology made my mind fire-
ready for the day
It was my favorite class of the day
so for that I want to say
Thank you
for all the things you taught me
In-and out of-the classroom
First period of Freshman Year:
ReplyDeleteSocial Studies and sleepy students;
Pointless do-nows and obscure movies,
The fun never stops.
No matter how complex the historical argument
You always made it easy to understand and relate to.
You were always eager to hear from us,
Your faithful students,
Your moldable minds,
Your little friends.
We loved talking to you,
And hearing you Rant and Complain about the weekend's ball game
Just before cheerfully introducing us to
King Louis XIV
Or Petrarch, "The Man".
Politics weren't so scary,
The past a little less mysterious,
When you got up and taught us our
Freshman Year Social Studies.
Thanks to the Teachers
ReplyDeleteSome stay in the classroom.
Some run in the gym.
Some sit in an office.
Some Her, Some Him.
Some teach History,
Math, English, Or Science.
Or somewhere in between
That form an alliance.
With so many teachers
From so many years,
Trying to pick one
Would cause others tears.
So this is a Thanks
To all the teachers.
From us kids at our desks
or out in the bleachers.
molding a young mind
ReplyDeletesoft like clay
soaking information, a sponge
there walks the leader of our tribe
a lioness and us, her cubs
strong, but sensitive
knowing that mistreatment
may crack the spirit before it develops
i sit silent, to not upset
but when she sets the example
i am quick to imitate
'Cause I don't want to miss recess
Inspiration
ReplyDeleteHow many people can say
A teacher inspired their first poem
It wasn’t too long ago
That I sat in class clueless
To how to write or even start
A poem
It used to take me hours
Just to think and try to write
Now I can pour my heart out
Within minutes
You taught me
You inspired me to learn
How to write a poem
So thank you
You’re the reason I write
The way I do
Even though I don’t have you anymore
The lessons are still in my head
You’re the reason I read
So many times a day
You inspired me
And now I have found my talent
"My first day in choir"
ReplyDeleteMy friends said you wanted more students.
I know my singing skills are dull and out of tune.
But you keep pushing them and making them sound better
When I walked in to hear everyone then I saw you
I thought you were an older male with gray hair and a gray
Beard turns out I was wrong
I know the first day was the worst for me because I am shy with new people
But you must have seen it. with the questions you asked I didn’t have any music background at all
And you still wanted to keep me. I am now not as shy and I still can’t sing that good
But you still want me in your class.
Your choir already feels like home to me.
So there I’ll stay till I leave singing with the friends and
Trying to make you proud!
Thank you
ReplyDeleteThank you.
You were a Teacher
You taught us Everything
We wanted to know
Thank you.
You were a Motivator
You opened our eyes
And showed us the world
Thank you.
You were a Person
You too had problems
And we could relate
Thank you.
You were a Friend
You understood Everything
We was struggling with
Thank you.
You were You
You didn’t hide behind your desk
Or pretend you were better
You helped us learn
And That prepared us for the world
I Believe in Mrs. Buzby
ReplyDeleteYou were always kind to me,
Even when the other kids weren’t.
You would help me with my projects,
You always said “Learning is the way
To happiness.” And back then I agreed,
But now that second grade has come and gone
I realized learning wasn’t the half of it.
Learning hid the hate in the world. But not anymore.
But as long as I think back to that wonderful year,
The world doesn’t seem cruel, harsh, and barren
If only for a moment, I flash back to that classroom
Want, wishing, hoping, I could go back.
I remember the first day of
ReplyDeletehigh school, walking into
your class, hoping
that this class would
be easier then Spanish ever was.
You rambled on in a barely comprehendible
voice, saying random sayings in German,
the whole class looking at you in
bewilderment, wondering why they
decided to even take this class.
You made my day though;
most of the time.
I’ll be honest, I didn’t learn much
in those two years but
I did have fun in that class.
You were always hilarious and gave me
candy for whenever I did a good job,
which was a plus!
You have retired now and have left
here for good but I’ll always
remember the good times I had when
you taught my old favorite class.
I Believe in Mrs. Buzby
ReplyDeleteYou were always kind to me,
Even when the other kids weren’t.
You would help me with my projects,
You always said “Learning is the way
To happiness.” And back then I agreed,
But now that second grade has come and gone
I realized learning wasn’t the half of it.
Learning hid the hate in the world. But not anymore.
But as long as I think back to that wonderful year,
The world doesn’t seem cruel, harsh, and barren
If only for a moment, I picture that classroom again,
Wising, Wanting, Hoping I could go back.
I understand
ReplyDeleteI hated you
You took me
From my mother
When I was only
Five.
You pulled me
By the hand
I screamed
My mother cried
Why would you do that?
I hated you
Couldn’t you see?
I didn’t want to be there
Herded into a classroom
Like cattle
With other screaming
Souls.
“Let us out”
We screamed
In unorganized
Chaos
We kicked
And scremed
And Cried
We must of made
Your life
Hell
But you kept on
Day after day
You were
Relentless
Now
I look back
I understand
I now know why
I want to say sorry
You taught me so much
And for that
I am grateful