Test
Exam day. I stare
at the students who pour
thoughts out onto paper,
racing before the dreaded words
“pencils down”.
I dread
the grading, the long
hours when the writing blurs
and everybody in the room gets crankier
because we are still
grading, wading
through filled pages like through deep
mud. I hate that
it makes me think
unkind thoughts, that I am forced
to dispense judgment instead of
knowledge
and love.
10/19/2018
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2018
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