A Poem: Why Do They Disrupt?

Why do they disrupt?
Perhaps to
     watch me erupt like a volcano.
     corrupt an innocent shoulder partner with teenage renegade misconceptions.
     pontificate abruptly to the class about the merits of mayo.
     voice a once internal monologue aloud rupturing the lesson into regression.
Their urge to interrupt declares me emotionally bankrupt.
Can I get a teaching profession intervention?
No? I guess I’ll hold out for the oh-so-close but elusive panacea of summer vacation.

classroom-2093743_960_720

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “A Poem: Why Do They Disrupt?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s