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I’d like to thank rich (http://brainsnorts.wordpress.com/) for giving me the idea of writing this post. I’ve been thinking for a while, about teacher’s today and their approach on teaching. I’m a student myself, and my teacher’s are all different, and I learn a different amount of knowledge from each one each lesson because of their teaching techniques.

My english teacher for example, is the type of teacher who, students who can be quite lazy, like. Last year I found she didn’t mind the class mucking around, or she didn’t know how to handle a class who muck around. Either or, I thought we didn’t do much work, I began to like english because we talked a lot and didn’t do much work. At the end of last year, I realised english wasn’t my favourite class because my grades seemed to wilt a little, unlike in social studies.

At the start of last year, I was excited about school, it was my first year of college what nerdish kid isn’t. I found out soon enough who my teachers were, and decided instantly I didn’t like my social studies teacher much. In social studies we always seemed to be doing work. Whenever we had a reliever teacher or went to the library, I celebrated a bit inside, it meant we wouldn’t have to do much work. At the end of the year, after exam results, I realised my social studies teacher was probably my best. All my hard work listening to them and surviving social studies paid off, I did well in that subject and actually got all of the highest marks on my end of year report, (yipee).

There are also teacher’s who suit different students, my brother for instance, liked one teacher that others didn’t. He often daydreams in class, that’s what the teachers say, the ones that tell him off for not paying attention, he often doesn’t like. The teacher’s who simply draw his attention back without making a deal out of it, he likes. I like teacher’s who push me to work, and don’t side-track and tell me  information I don’t need.

When it comes to learning, it’s the connection between the student and teacher, with the teaching technique between. That’s what I think anyway, if you think otherwise, then please comment, I’d like to hear.

Small But Not Weak

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A miniscule being,

With an excruciating punch.

A demonstration,

That the smallest,

Are not the weakest.

 

What brought the lion down?

A tiny thistle.

Buried in the king’s paw,

Caused so much pain,

and only an inch tall.

 

A small buzzy bee,

Looks as harmless as can be.

When it sights danger,

It rears its behind in protest,

And strikes in defence.

 

Haven’t posted for a few days because I’ve been away from my blog for easter. There’s a reason why I’m posting this poem, it’s because I was stung by a bloody bee today. This poem was written because of that bee, which caused my hand to swell up like a balloon. Mum insisted on taking me to the doctor, (I didn’t think it was necessary) we were there for 2 hours until we left. I left with some anti-inflammation pills and a sling, (which I can’t be bothered wearing.) So that’s my rant for the month, hope you enjoyed my poem.