• I'm walking on a lonely path towards my school and enter an english class , I stare at my teacher as she watches the chaos turn into a tornado of hectic words , with nothing to calm it down ... Not a wisper or a threat , a yell or a shout ,

    no matter how much the teacher tries the noise continues to go on , I feel sorry for her , all she can do is smile that fake smile filled with hidden grief . She hopes that one day she can tame these uncontrollable children , a day she thinks might never come , and yet the children have no idea of what lies behind that smiling face or what she thinks
    Everyone thinks she has changed , from a calm poised person to a stressed out person , This tornado of confusion and stress has been going on to the extent we can't have a normal school day without being yelled at . We sit and watch the days waste away as we don't get anything done
    We are called the so calleed honors class but people their act retarded and give the teacher a hard time , so they have stripped that name from our title and our new name is : re-re class. rolleyes