The Snappish Teacher

She would complete your sentences 
If you were not fast enough,
Some of us began talking faster.
We may not have made sense,
But at least we were not interrupted.

Others gave up completely, choosing
To do other things during her class time.
Weirdly enough, this did not bother
Mrs. Pardoe at all.  

She was one of those snappish teachers,
Snapping her fingers at us impatiently,
Answering our questions for us if we
Took a nanosecond too long.
She wasted none of her precious
College educated dendrites on
Listening.

She had the worst class 
Management in the school.
Everyone talked about it.
People tried to tell her
That maybe she needed
To listen more, talk less.

But she could not
hear over the snapping
of her fingers, and her
own impatience.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Allison Avatar
May 30, 2018 at 4:09 PM
ooh reminds me of Mrs Kempster my first teacher in infant school I remember she clicked her fingers. she hit me and two other kids with a 'slipper' on our first day at school. I wrote a poem about it - was very cathartic. Unfortunately my mother never complained about the incident nowadays the teacher would have been suspended:-( hugs jan xx
Krutsinger Avatar
June 1, 2018 at 11:15 AM
Back in the "day" we were stuck with these biddies.
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