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Discipline

I go to the conference, she explains, no self-discipline, no self control, just lazy an F student I agree, he has none but neither do i, no one taught me, so how do i teach him? "I guess we are losers" She is angry

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Laura Spears

Date: 1/11/2010 5:51:00 PM

Sounds like an interesting take on the teacher/parent conflict.

Dibbi Gatlin

Date: 1/9/2010 7:29:00 PM

Hello this is Dibbi you send me a comment on my poem. That is my 1st one . thank you I didnt know it anyone was going to read it. however I dont know what you should do in your situation. I can say life is too short to be unhappy. Just know the your joy has to come from with in and no one can take that from you unless you let them.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/9/2010 11:29:00 AM

Don't despise. Show me the way, Michael. Sometimes when people come out from different sides of the arena they can find a tremendous meeting of the minds. But I am spiritual, not religious. I have no real politics -- disgusted with all that is happening today. (We're really closer here than you seem to think.) As for sports, well, I DO love football and baseball. Blame it on my father. Love, Carolyn This one goes to my favorites!

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/9/2010 9:41:00 AM

You really cut to the chase, Michael. Facts-of-life poetry that has a tremendous impact. There are a lot of students like this and parents blame themselves. As a former teacher, I feel teachers themselves need to motivate more and take some responsibility when Johnny can't read, don't you? Thanks for your comments. You have a lot of talent and I'm glad I discovered your work here. I've been away for a few weeks and just returned. Love, Carolyn

Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson

Date: 1/9/2010 6:46:00 AM

Hello. I like your poem. I have been in this exact moment with one of my children. My poem Bird Of Peace was a dream I had one night when my father was in the hospital and I thought he was going to die The final thought was the last two lines. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. I am looking forward to reading more of your material.

Katherine Stella

Date: 1/9/2010 2:39:00 AM

I like the thought process here imagery was in good used also sorry you did not see through my poem like I seen through yours thanks for sharing keep up the nice writing blessings tou you and family