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The English teacher had told me and all of my classmates to write a poem for the next day's assignment. I hated English, I hated poetry, and most of all, I hated assignments. But I also hated doing the same grade in school more than once. So I decided that I would try to write a stupid poem. That is exactly what I did. I wrote a stupid poem. I stayed up late trying to make that poem work but by class time, I still didn't have a poem ready. Knowing that I had to have something, I took out another piece of paper and attempted to write another stupid poem which I did.
To make matters worse, the teacher was making the students go to the front of the class and read their poems. Yuk! When it was my turn, I went to the front of the class and read my poem, and when the other students finally got tired of laughing at me, the teacher told me and the rest of the class that I had not even tried and she was going to give me an "F" for my stupid poem. I was humiliated so with my head held low, I slithered back to my seat, took out another piece of paper and wrote the following:
The teacher made me read it though,
I am no poet, as you can tell
A girl that was sitting beside me noticed that I had just finished writing another poem and she asked if she could read it. After she read it, she raised her hand and then told the teacher I had written another poem. The teacher told me she wanted to see the poem, and then had me read it to the rest of the class. After I finished reading the new poem, she told the class that she
was going to change my "F" to a "C" and I now felt
great.
After I returned to my seat this second time, while I was happy about the "C", I was also very home sick knowing that the following week was Mother's Day and I didn't have money to buy a Mother's Day card for my mother. However, I had just received a "C" for a poem so now feeling like a C grade poet, I wrote the following poem for my mother.
She sacrificed, she thought she should,
I never outright said it Mom,
The fact was, I did not write the Mother's Day poem for a grade, but for my mother. I sent the poem home to my mother and she gave me an "A"
for the poem and told me and anyone that would listen, that I was the best poet in the world. From that time until this day, she tells me, that was the best Mother's Day present she ever received.
I had been able to save myself from an "F" in English, and made my mother very happy at the same time.
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| Author's Name | Jonathan Dwight | ||||
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