I walked to school, the upcoming test on my mind just hung .
I thought I had it all worked through, until the clock struck nine.
Apparently the teacher had another class mixed with ours.
For when the questions lay before me, they spoke in foreign tongue.
I tried to scratch my head, then spun my pencil in the air.
I looked at questions as I rest my head, still to no avail.
Apparently the teacher thought I fell asleep, the snort I gave was loud.
The drool had puddled under my chin and I half slid off my chair.
She suggested that I rise and stretch to wake my brain once more.
The others snickered at my lot while wishing they could jump up too.
Apparently I never noticed that Gerry tied my laces to the chair.
You can certainly surmise where this left me – yes, lying on the floor.
My head could not function now and I was just a mess.
The time ticked even slower and I almost called defeat.
Apparently I tilted my head and reread what it said
and voila…bit by bit the answers did egress.
It wasn’t long before I found that I was happily adding,
Subtracting and then multiplying once before dividing.
Apparently numbers ran through my pencil, almost as if on fire.
My fog had lifted and shook itself from its fearful cladding.
The teacher tapped her pointer on the desktop to say stop.
I heard deep sighs and little coughs and papers rustling too.
Apparently I was not alone in hoping I’d done well.
“Good job to all and please deposit them on my desktop.”
We sauntered to the playground as the recess buzzer blew.
We ran off the stressful testing that had our limps held tight.
Apparently this testing is not what it seems to be.
Maybe torture or tomfoolery or is it teacher sough?
We return to class and sat there looking at her smiling face.
She held us in suspense as she eyed us, everyone.
Apparently she felt that her skills were quite well honed.
“You passed.” she said, ” and now we’ll move to a little harder place.”
Is this what teachings all about? Is this why we’re in school?
Is this why our parents just sit there and grin at breakfast time?
Apparently we move up slowly, climbing every rung.
Learning is such a journey, and I think that’s super cool!