Proctoring With a Mean Teacher
Testing teacher and I give each other a smile.
Does she mean it?
I didn’t.
She has been mean.
But I am socialized.
So I pretend.
As she does.
We are stuck in the same room for ninety minutes.
I pretend to like her.
Doubt either of us are fooled.
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