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.