Math Teacher Poems - Poems about Math Teacher

In my years of school, many good teachers, I've had. In first grade, Mrs. Carver helped me when I was sad. That compassionate beauty was kind to me indeed. I can't recommend a better way to learn to read.  In fifth grade, Mr. Monniger made learning come alive. A great storyteller, sometimes history he'd contrive, but he would always make lessons...

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Should I become a middle school math or English teacher? Leave my bed early in the morning and return with test papers to grade. With what authority will I persuade those kids to sit still and perform calculations and interpretations. I won’t be allowed to teach A Good Man Is Hard To...

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My dream was delectable, best one yet My name was called loudly; I did not fret Until the class laughed It was Mr. Giraffe Worst math teacher in history I bet....

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My esteemed Rinpoche repeatedly impresses upon me Our humane democratic vocation to become an enlightened individual. Which sounds like a polyculturing lot, for absorbent co-acclimating residents and guests of Earth's cooperative green/blue hermitage To accomplish in solitude, in one semi-lifetime, demi-deathtime. While this seems ambiguously troubling, I feel more at peace whenever this Rinpoche tells a salvation story about one highly evolved, on a scale of enlightened through thoroughly disempowered. The...

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There once was a math teacher well-versed in singing "We have many ways to learn." Eyes and ears, Touch and feelings, Tastes and smells each looking for redundant polypathic messages from polyphonic Others. The math teacher was conservative about over-generalizing from her own deep learning experience. She did not trust in only her way to find resolution, theoretical or musical, to questions paradoxically noted predicting answers and harmonic responses, causes intending nonhypothetically resonant/dissonant effects, trusted experience, If "x" processes of seeing and hearing, touching and...

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Thank you, Mr. Rogers (yes, his real name!) for rescuing me from teenage purgatory. Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen pulled C's in English, D's in History - my dreadful retrograde trajectory ...

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Math Is a problem That is here to stay It will never go away Like a vermin's ugly kin, it grows Multiplies and divides into more nasty vermin Never seeming to disappear As log as civilization is here Math As the days grow Math will cause many tears to shed Not only this... Math will waste lead Math is like a bad lover That can never be fed...

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The younger Albert Einstein was more intrigued by geometry of experience than mere metaphysical abstractions. During this younger time, he wrote about bi-optical illusions of Ego against Eco consciousness: "This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison..." Einsteinian Elders may remember dreams Once upon time's...

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I knew I was good at opening doors, To blossom their thoughts and ignite. Everyone had their own little glittering globe, My job was to make them shine bright. The interview went great in the London office, When I talked the talk that I walk. The panel embraced my every word, A maths teacher that knew how to chalk. The...

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She was known as "Miss Knuckle Rapper"— My old-maid math teacher in sixth grade. She was well-groomed, but hardly dapper And unrelentingly strict, stern, and staid. "You WILL master fractions," she pronounced, Smacking her desk with a ruler of wood. The desk wasn't all on which she pounced, She'd rap our knuckles if she felt she should. "Lay your hands on your desks,...

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You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength. You shall love your neighbor as yourself You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind and all your strength for You shall...

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this poem is dedicated to my Mr mellors i hope he reads this The Cop, The Math Teacher, The Guide you've been there for me when i was confused and could not see the forest or the path you were there when school was hell and life was black as midnight you were there when i screwed up and found myself trapped by my own...

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