Classes Poems

The boy from my 5 classes again

Sometimes he’s next to me. Close enough that the air feels different, like something charged is sitting between us. My stomach does that thing, tightens, flutters, not because I like him, not like that. It’s more like my body recognizes something I don’t have the words for. Some part of me is on edge, like

rituals

I have rituals
for the first day of class
like a superstitious athlete 
they get me into a good frame of mind
where I feel like a juggernaut who has total agency
and I don’t need to seek validation
It’s a moment in time

I have all my books—stacked on my desk
they look serious—very nuts and bolts
I’ve beaten the syllabuses to

How to prepare for Summer reading classes in Florida

Summer reading classes begins June through August this is a great fun way for the entire family to get involved enhancing students ability to stay focus preparing for the upcoming school year I adored summer reading we did Catholic School Stem and IB which gives the students entry levels into college courses student’s are giving

In the shadow of classes

5/4/2024, Vaishali, Bihar

In a society where I live,
Pride is a class identity,
And pain is a class identity again.
The color of people is cast
Into white, brown, and black,
All shades of the same soil.
People born as kings, servants, or watchdogs.

I live in a village of divided lands—
Bhumihar fields, Mallah shores, Nunia, Teli, Sonar,
Brahman, Rajput, split like crops

september

I have a couple of ‘research for credit’ classes this semester and I’m spending a lot of time with my TAs. Teaching Assistants (grad students) are essentially approachable professors with longer office hours, faster response times and a willingness to spend a little time walking me through options, so I understand the material and don’t

Selling Off Your Reading Glasses

If you stopped attending paid classes
Would you sell off your reading glasses:
Gladly, speedily drop out if school, 
When every scholar is thought a fool?

Are you the type, who would rather bend
To an existing insisting trend:
Hang your helpful business-like manner,
Because you have changed your shop's banner?

Then, you will have become Igneous Rock,
Whose hardness one should fearlessly

The Last Supper

Darkness has pressed up against our lattice windows. Classes start again in the morning. I’m being reabsorbed by college life. I’m a planner. I’ve been going over my syllabuses, repacking my bookbag, charging my power banks, checking and rechecking the assignments due tomorrow. After watching me prep for hours, Peter said, “You’re not going to

Open Word Classes

Open Word Classes

In language there are classes, we are told,
Of words both new and old.
Nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs too,
And among them, open word classes few.

Nouns, the names of things and beings,
Verbs, actions that give them meanings.
Adjectives, describing how things are,
Adverbs, telling when and where they occur.

But in the open classes, there is more,
Words that keep

Double Trouble

I was diagnosed with double-pneumonia on the 15th and classes started on the 17th. I’m already getting nagmail about assignments, yea! I’ll be behind and virtual for a while. It started as a rhinovirus, honestly, I don’t even remember being around a rhinoceros, but he trampled me good. (Hmm, song title there?)

I’m feeling better today,

Fresh Tea

I had a seventh grader tell me, when I was in 5th grade, that things go downhill after 5th grade - that life doesn’t get better, it just gets more complicated. I’ve had years to mull that over and I have to say that in some ways his testimony was on beat.

As we start the

Blind Sides

I’m in a psychology class and as part of it we filled out several, detailed, personality evaluations. They said these were helpful in forming a psychological profile of the freshmen classes each year and of particular interest were these COVID years.

The professor said she’d be available, before finals, to review them with us if we

Grass Stained Asses of Middle Classes

Father’s Day has come and gone,
There was a card and a gift,
Mother’s Day is never done,
An only child works in shifts. 

Paint by numbers, whitewashed souls,
The abstract always less not more,
Blacktop shoes worn down to soles,
Art will ignore work obscure( for sure). 

No point to shine such whitewashed light,
I know the truth, past loon, past

The Classes

The super powerful wealthy elite,
does none of the work, but keeps all of the money,
reaping all of the benefits,
without paying any taxes.
The middle class does all of the work for very little money,
pays all of the taxes while enjoying very little benefits if any.
The poor are just there to scare the crap out of the

Parental Classes

Poor is my life my place

Class is my social cross to bare

As doors i know will rather be
slammed in my face not opend
up for the likes of i to enter

Membership denied call yourself
green so why are you wasting
perfectly good paper

So if this be my legacy 
estate or inheritance i leave
or pass on to my children

Given

The British Working Classes

He wakes very morning
to trudge through his day
a labor of love
or just bills to pay?
it seems that forever
he's been burdened with debt
and retirement a time to reflect
or regret?
She awakes every morning
to labor all day
kids are in day care
there's really no choice
no other way
the bank accounts empty
and pay day seems so far away
I think that this

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