You Will Be Missed

Throughout the school day
Classes breeze by
I read at my seat
Already done my work
Teachers unwilling to give me more

I wait with baited breath
For yours to come
The one place
I feel at home
While still in school
Your class my light
Within the storm

Your loving smile greets me at the door
Throwing all my problems into the trash
A bounce appears in my step
My dehydrated brain
Thirsting for the knowledge you pour into me
As you teach 
I watch 
Not wanting to miss a beat
Your humor matches mine
Cracking a joke we make eye contact 
My lone giggle resounds within the room
I love our private sense of humor

I finish work early like always
Your right there
Challenge in hand
I don’t even have to ask
My thirst for knowledge is only quenched
Inside your class

I appreciate you more than you could ever know
School will not be the same without you
I replay the times we were face to face
Memorizing you
Your smile
Your laugh
The amazing clothes you wear
The swamp water you drink :)
Every aspect of you will be missed dearly
It’s not goodbye yet however
We still have six more weeks
But online learning has robbed me
Of the time I wished to spend with you
Next year you must visit
Show the new teacher a thing or two;)
I just want you to know
You are the best science teacher out there
No one can replace you in Science class
Or in my heart

*****
This piece is dedicated to my Science teacher Ms.DiMarco, who is retiring this year. You will be missed!


 

Whitney

VT

17 years old

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