Description: This is a sort of ode to one of my past teachers. I thought she was one of the greatest teachers in the world because she got me interested. But everyone else was too ignorant and caught up in themselves that they didn't notice the amazing oppurtunity she was giving them to learn.
I think this needs to be longer.
Miss Spence -------------------------------------------
Her voice pierces the stale air
Thirty heads snap up from daydreams;
All in the same room, but millions of worlds apart.
She's beginning to sound like a broken record
And the blank stares in return are evidence
That her worse fears are no longer just a threat.
i liked this. funny how you explained every teacher i've ever had in such a short piece. i liked it. ps - thanks for commenting on my work. i appreciate it. i know my spelling reeks like an old shoe, but i try. lol, thanks again.
Never actually HAD Ms. Spence. Yeah i HATED geometry b/c no one would shut the hell up during class so we could learn something...although Ms. Richardson wasn't exactly a great teacher...write more on this topic b/c i think we both feel the same way. You write a lot about school. Do you miss it? har har if ya do.
I like the beginning of this piece, and i say beginning because i agree with you that i think it should be longer, you've outlined how the others differed in their view, and how she would fear to be ignored, to not be able to make that difference, but how did she touch you?