Boredom beckons silverhanded,
An enticing alternate.
Classes last
Too long.
Cramming things
into my head only
to come spilling
out seconds later.
Headaches set in,
Making words swim
Hardly being seen
The first time
Through. I
Guess this
Is learning.
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Author:
Cassandra Fate (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes my classes seem to end up like this. I'm in college, and I actually genuinely like school. But sometimes all we do is try to write down information as fast as it's being said. It makes it hard to really learn. Anyway I wrote this during a short break in one of the classes. Figured I'd post it.
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Those facts that are passed to you do seem to come at an extremely fast rate but some of them do stick, normally the important ones. Learning is a different thing, that comes with experience and I hope that in the long life before you your experiences in learning are wonderful.
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