Student Re Poems - Poems about Student Re

This morning we jogged early I was back in my flat by six-thirty From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin, The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun. The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped, which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship. I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into...

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He sits in the back. Not because he wants to— but because he’s tired of being picked last when he dares to show up at all. You don’t see him. Not really. He’s there, though— in the bathroom stall during lunch, because his gut’s staging a protest. IBS, the silent screamer, writhing beneath his ribs like worms made of fire. They say, “It’s probably just nerves.” As if nerves...

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Teach them how to discern and learn, Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn. Teaching them just content, they learn it your way. Teach them the process of learning today, You give them a lifetime of learning every day. ...

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Here at our rooftop, collegiate, ‘resort of the mind,’ an early heatwave has struck - we’ve been advised. Like we needed it. It’s 94°f and climbing - we’re not insensitive. We’re aware that the sun is bright and the air is crisp and hot. It was Friday morning, until the sun pointed to noon. Nothing’s going to stop the summer...

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In chambers of the mind, we store each day, Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy. What matters most will never fade away. The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray, First bicycle, first book, beloved toy In chambers of the mind, we store each day. Not facts alone, but how they came to stay: The teacher's smile, the moment...

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When I’m not tapped into a music stream. I like quiet no - let’s be exact, I like silence ear plugs in - deafening quiet or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound That’s relatively new technology My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes like the patterns sound forms in sand. But if you’re going to...

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This is a problem growing in direct proportion To the papers that we face very soon In everyone’s speech a pronounced distortion And half the class sleepwalking at noon I’m here chiefly to bring to your attention You may soon not understand us Because I for one, others by extension Shall be speaking nothing but Physics because James is moving about too excited Gerald...

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We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments and end our Friday night homework confinement. Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée I went to a few of those back in the day. No more frat parties, I once emphatically said. I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken, and...

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The home where Chella grew up, in the ghetto of Liberty City Florida, had beige carpets so old that pieces of the tuft and twirl would come out of the backing under-foot. The apartment window shades were white floral plastic rectangles cut from an old shower curtain. She shared a bedroom with two younger siblings and...

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Autumn leaves fall slow a child's questions left hanging in digital silence. My fingers trace letters that will not hold still b becomes d was becomes saw help becomes nothing. The maple outside my bedroom window drops one red leaf, then another, marking time the old way. Mom's phone buzzes: Car arriving in 3 minutes Pizza en route Package delivered. But no alert sounds for the moment understanding slips away from me. No GPS tracks the distance between what I know and what I need to...

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My master’s degree's a senior’s cruise - most of the other students are thirty and even forty-somethings. Good for them, for making the (75K) investment, it’s hard, and they all look very serious. I am too, of course. It’s busy and constant - but it’s business analysis - it's not hard, like chemistry (see retrosynthetic analysis)...

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(a series of micro vignettes) Chella and I are reading our analysis assignments together because that’s how we link and build. We read out loud too, because how else can you judge the flow? When my phone, lying on the table, jiggled. The caller ID read, “Tommy’s girlfriend.” Chella gave me a little look. “I never change anyone’s ID,”...

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I love a long holiday and as a general rule you’ll find me out by a turquoise pool cause it’s hot outside and I’m nobody's fool. Closing my eyes I lazily daydream listening to my favorite music stream umbrella shaded from harsh sunbeams. I’ve put away polemic school assignments for leisure and tastier desultory refinements like buffalo wings, pizza and dirty martinis and the...

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Harvard’s a black hole, info wise. So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news? Anything? Anything? Hot take.. Not to be spicy and negative, but sometimes i’m too much myself. Too comfortable, open and vocal. I can be opinionated. Who knows who’s listening? It could be anyone. “That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt. There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table. FAQs...

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What’s wrong with me? I’ve been asking myself this all week. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I weigh questions coldly and logically. Then it hit to me.. it’s summer, silly and I'm in classes! A typical summer would find me tanned, sunburned, greased and unkempt, like a happy, sandy, beach hobo, my hair would...

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