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Head of the Class

My heart sank, her buttery sweet voice summoning me to the front of the class I stood there chalk in hand, with my shoulders slumped The question she asked, for the answer she already knew She chose not to teach, but rather to embarrass me I was not a welcome guest, Hallowed Halls of learning didn't seem to fit I stared emotionless at a blackboard covered in white chalk dust Laughter filled the room until I could shrink no further Oh how I wished I could disappear, escape to my place of daydreams Then the teacher called on one of her special ones The girl with perfect clothing, a perfect smile, she was the apple of teachers eye That favoured girl removed the chalk and burden from my hand Red faced, I returned slowly to my place of shame I sat there in my wooden desk, with my blue eyes turned down Perfectly put in my place at the head of the class! For FJ's "Jaw Dropping Contest"

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 6/16/2016 9:00:00 AM

Sounds like one of many experiences I had when in grammar school! Appreciate your comment on my poem Hermit Crabs. Best to you. / M

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 6/16/2016 9:51:00 AM

My pleasure Maurice. Sorry to hear we had similar school days.

Red Fiery

Date: 6/3/2016 2:19:00 AM

I really enjoyed this write...all the best for the contest...Hugs ~Red

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 6/3/2016 8:34:00 AM

Thanks Red, hugs Rick.

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 5/31/2016 7:30:00 AM

Fantastic writing my friend, Richard! You did great in your life but "the apple of teachers eye" I am certain she didn't do as well! Good luck and a seven, my friend!

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 6/2/2016 12:49:00 AM

My hope is that she did do well. Thanks for such a kind response.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/31/2016 3:50:00 AM

the best of luck in the contest Richard... ~Linda~

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 6/2/2016 12:49:00 AM

Thanks Linda.

Miraj Raha

Date: 5/30/2016 12:18:00 PM

This is totally my story.straight into fav Sir Richard.

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 5/31/2016 12:13:00 AM

Thanks my friend Miraj. I'm sorry this is also your experience.

Tim Smith

Date: 5/30/2016 10:58:00 AM

Wonderful story Richard. I wonder if after time some teaches forget why they became teachers in the first place. I know in coaching I get the most joy out of helping the ones who struggle.

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 5/30/2016 11:07:00 AM

You have the right attitude Tim. I'm sure you make a real difference to them.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 5/30/2016 10:53:00 AM

I remember reading this to my Reading Club, Richard.....It is such a moving write. Good luc in the contest. It's a good thing I wasn't around back then...I'd have come to your rescue...and put her in her place....outside of the class. ;) Hugs

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 5/30/2016 11:06:00 AM

Thanks Eileen, I would have appreciated the help. Hugs Rick.

Charlie Smith

Date: 5/30/2016 9:22:00 AM

Always having an answer, I can hardly relate. But I suppose some might. Adequately written Richard, now take your seat. Good luck in the contest, well done...

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 5/30/2016 10:00:00 AM

Thanks Charlie, I had a few errors that I have now corrected. I appreciate the good luck.

Mama Bear

Date: 5/30/2016 8:46:00 AM

Nicely written avoiding the title of Dummy Too bad the teacher was the dummy. Good luck in the contest Love Mom Should send her a book LOL

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 5/30/2016 10:01:00 AM

I still remember her name. Thanks Mom, love ya.

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 5/30/2016 8:25:00 AM

A great take in the contest title. A well rounded entry, full of imagery and passion. Nicely done.

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 5/30/2016 8:34:00 AM

Thanks Scott. ;0)