No civility for teachers(Teachers have it hard. Their age difference makes it inherently hard for them to connect with their younger students. Not all students are easy to deal with. Some harshly remark teachers on their face while others whisper bad behind their back. This poem is based on a teacher's inner feelings).
I enter the class and with smiles I am greeted,
Students wish me "good morning", get seated.
I turned around to scribble my subject
a voice whispered in the first bench,
"This baldy can't explain. He should just quit".
A moment ago I was a "Sir" and now this?
But keeping my cool I went on.
Their civility by then was long gone.
Their noise muffle my lessons
They're seriously engaged
in needless conversations
Amidst all of these
I mispronounce a word
Students started screaming
like hell froze over.
So it's human to err
unless you're a teacher?
I want to give up
I can't take this hatred
A little respect would be nice.
If not for my age, atleast my courage.
I only wished to distribute what I knew
to a fairly dissonant crowd like you.
I ranted my heart out and
surprisingly it worked.
They don't see me as a
teacher, a human instead.
"I will bring the better in you with all I have",
I promised to the now civilized class.
It takes years of training and mounts of patience to teach.
Let us spare these hard workers some civilities.
(This is my TOW entry).