I know it's been over a month, but I don't like to write unless I have something to write about.
So, to tide you over, here is a tweaked version of a poem I wrote about my student.
not turned in
muttered under the breath they think I do not hear
as they refuse the hand held out
So close to…
hitting them over the head with a bat
(or whatever is handy)
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