woe

This is something I had to write for my EBL class. It's based off a story from Chaucer's "The Canterbury Tales".

As a student rose from his seat, silence immediately regained control. Even the birds singing sweetly in the tree outside the window ceased their tweeting. The teacher eyed the student cautiously, unsure of whether or not to speak.

“We’re all talking while you’re talking because no one respects you,” he said boldly. The teacher’s eyes grew wide, along with the others’, and a devious smirk crept into the corner of his mouth. However, there was no mistaking the raw emotion in the veteran’s voice as he rebounded.

“Is that so, Arcite?” The student’s Adam’s apple slid as he swallowed. A boy sitting next to Arcite, his cousin Palamon, stood up beside him.

“Yes, Mr. Dunham, it is.” The teacher heaved himself up from his desk and said forcefully,

I wrote this poem in April (I think):

stressed
been working
so hard

the pain
it's almost
unbearable

my life
a drawing
erased
redrawn
started over

switching interests
can't make up
my mind

nothing stays the same
everything keeps
changing

i learned that
she's leaving
soon

no word on
whether or not
he'll stay

the emotion
the drama
too much
all at once

i need things
not to change
all the time

i'm growing up
getting older
my body tries
to catch up with my brain

everyone says
i'm mature
they trust me
to be perfect

but i'm still
learning
believe it
or not

they both
trust me
i need
them both

help

she said
she'll give me
her email address
but that's
not enough

i pray
they'll always
be there

and they won't

already
i've lost him
once

will i be able
to recover
if he's lost
again

we're closer now
than ever
before

we think each others
thoughts
we speak each others
words