Second Grade Terrorists
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved and cherished my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and cuddly as a bear!
6/28/2024
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2024
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