Online classes. They tell us to adjust, But it feels so awful. My laziness mingled with disgust, The teachers are working hard, But what’s the point? We don’t get a thing, And that’s annoying. When she tells us to unmute ourselves, To answer a question, I go to google for help, With innocent intentions. Online classes are absurd, They make everything hard, They leave me feeling deterred, The connection’s bad from the start. I have clapped instead of raising a hand, Leaving the teacher confused, And me in deep sand. Screenshare’s the worst, Especially when she’s drawing a diagram. It looks like a finger painting, Instead of a diaphragm! Teachers, I know you’re doing your best, In these difficult times, It’s hard to feel blessed. We’re all trying to pay attention, But we’re in the comforts of our homes. There are far more distractions, Then were in the classrooms.
Keya, 13 year old, writing since age 7. Expressing her self freely on her blog! Enjoy the reading