Into the classroom I tread
To impart the knowledge I must embed.
Among the rushing throng,
Prior to the late bell gong--
With excitement--not boredom, I enter,
Regarding all with eagerness and candor.
Alongside their friends, they all want to sit--
Near the back of the room, they all try to fit.
Off the roster, I call each by name,
Per my instructions, most all say, "Here!"
But--is it with happiness or fear?
Considering me with a scientist's eye,
Before they decide--Am I foe or ally?
By the time our first period together ends,
Save but a few--teacher and students are friends.
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