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Being a teacher is tough and it's getting tougher. It has to be a calling or you will suffocate. Learners have no idea...
Submitted:Oct 14, 2011 Reads: 9 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Starting the School Day
They arrived.
En masse.
One period:
Registration.
Arguing
Bickering
Cattiness
Defense
One me.
30 of them.
One outcome set:
The register.
Energy wasted
Frustrated
Giving up
Harrassed
They leave.
I sit.
Entire day ahead:
I’ve registered.
I must persevere
Just continue
Keep going
Love, faith, hope… I pray
One child.
One class.
Improve their chance:
For a higher register.
Minding
New
Obfuscate
P’s and Q’s.
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