The French Teacher

The French Teacher The French Teacher

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Sometimes a teacher makes a difference
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Sometimes a teacher makes a difference

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Submitted: September 27, 2012

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Submitted: September 27, 2012

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The teacher

 

Thirteen years old and shy

I was just an average guy

High school had just begun

Summer gone, end of fun

 

More math and history

Get ready for the misery

Homeroom starts the day

After that it would all be grey

 

Boring teachers would ensue

Dosing before the day was through

I wish I didn’t have to go

And waste my time with this show

 

Third period was French class

I couldn’t wait for it to pass

Miss Barrows was sitting there

Behind her desk, in her chair

 

She held a book close to her face

I looked around and found a place

She closed the book and stood

My god! She looked good

 

She was statuesque and built

I stared with feelings of guilt

At the thoughts that I was thinking

My eyelids were not even blinking

 

“Bonjour class,” she said

Thoughts of us, were in my head

“Parlez vous  Francais?” was next

She looked at me, my body flexed

 

I liked to hear her talk

I loved to watch her walk

The time went by fast

Everyone left and I was last

 

As I approached the door

She walked across the floor

“Monsieur, you left your book

I turned to take a look

 

She handed it to me

A big smile I could see

I took the book and all the while

I could not help but smile

 

School was not a chore that year

The reason why was very clear

Third period was why

I was such a happy guy

 


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