Students lift their hands to hesitantly answer a question,
Leaving on the desk, a fogged imprint of their hand;
With just a few weeks left of school,
Most drift off into a daze of foreign land.
The smell of stale books lingers in the air,
As once valued materials scatter across the floor;
And the murmur of fans and students blend into one,
While the teacher tries to get their attention once more.
She scans the class, quickly losing hope,
Finding sweaty faces with blank stares within;
The thick air can hold all thoughts in their place,
School in this heat stroke, is as deadly as sin.
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I really like your poem. I love the last days of school when it is hot and everyone is excited for summer. You captured that feeling perfectly. =) It's true, we drift off into a daze, and the fans are loud.
~maria
I love your poem. It's so true. I like how you got the details of the fog handprint left on the desk, and the sound of the fan with the kids voices. I could picture that last week of school perfectly from your description. You should send that in to the school paper at the end of the year. It's so good.
Sounds like senioritis to me. I can see the scene you depicted, I love it. Especially the handprints left on the desk. That one was the best =]
Gosh this is so true, except most of my teachers have not lost hope in the past. Example: Cantillo assigning a research paper that last two weeks of school. I love the image of the imprint left from, the hand. Oh my goodness, and the fans. They are so loud, and all they do is circulate the hot air. Give me a break. My sister is in for a cruel awakening coming to south next year. She has been spoiled with air conditioning for the past four years.
I love this line:
"The thick air can hold all thoughts in their place"
When I first started teaching here, I was in upper D-wing and one day during finals, it was so hot that kids were sliding out of their chairs on puddles of sweat. Hard to believe on a day like today, but your poem takes me right there.
I like this poem it defenetly sums up school in June. A tragic time in a students mind. (LOL!)
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