What?
It’s on my mind throughout the day
I know I need to act and play
the part whereby a student knows
just what the teacher weaves and sews.
It’s best to tuck my head down low
to show just what I pretend to know.
This math just won’t make any sense
and now I feel so very dense.
Do I add, subtract, or divide?
Who knows? I will to you confide.
What is this teacher talking about?
Does she even know? This I doubt.
The numbers swirl around my head
and I just want to go to bed.
How will I understand this mess?
What will she think if I confess?
Eeny meeny miney moe.
That seems to work upon my foe.
This is by far the worst damn test
and I am supposed to do my best?
Just you wait and see my friend.
I’ll be a teacher in the end.
Then I can be the one who knows
Because right now, this just really blows.
Words By JJ 
The perspective in this piece is wonderful…we all need to remember to walk in our students shoes sometimes.
Into the heads of our students – sometimes a dangerous place but you have captured it well.
Unfortunately a very common problem we have in our classrooms. So many students remain quiet when they have questions to ask. Great topic for a poem.