Poem I was forced to write for English Class

For all the students out there.
You have potential. There is no person in this world that is actually dumb, all you need is practice. But the right sort of practice not just doing something over and over again that has no benefits on you or your work or your future. Stop paying attention to the rumbling sounds of outside noise, for they are not living your life. You are. You are the only person that is living your life. What others say do impact you yes, but you need them to stop letting them impacting you before it’s too late. And honestly in regards to the world you are living in, it is kinda never too late. 
So go ahead and think about the kind of life you want to live, what is something you need to get done in school that will get you to that specific future? What is that specific grade you need to get? What is that specific job you want to have? 
Think about that job that is most beneficial for you, and now think about the things you need to get done to get there. What college you need to go to, what grade and things do you need to get into that college? 
Now make a little secret agreement, a pact, or a promise with me. That the next 6 months you will only focus on yourself, your studies and your future.
It’s a hard process but at the end I tell you how to make things easier 

Read the chapter and see if you would like to make that promise with me, hopefully we will both be able to get to a better place.
Everything that is written here, is written by me, you can share it with people you know and use it but also have to say where you got it from. 
Hope that it will be beneficial for you ♥️

I decided to put together a set of my poems ...
These poems that represent my different ways of talking about feelings

I decided to put together a set of my poems ...
These poems that represent my different ways of talking about feelings

Translated version of my first book "Prosas: Eu e os Meus Pensamentos".

A collection of self-written poems in Filipino, English, and a little bit of French

A collection of self-written poems in Filipino (Volume I), English (Volume II), and a little bit of French (Volume III)

Sharing the world through poetry. Art should cultivate love, the self, and the society.

I also post these on IG @Je_personify

this is a collection of poems written by me about different themes and with different points of view about the life, the love, hate, loneliness and much more. 
this collection of poems would be in Spanish and English.

Ten minutes later.
Gu Xuexue looked at the examination questions and sweat formed on her forehead.
Twenty minutes later.
Gu Xuexue felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She couldn't wait to turn back time so that she wouldn't take on this mess even if she died!
These questions were simply abnormally difficult!
She had studied for several years under a tutor whom Gu Meifeng hired her for a sky-high price. She boasted that she could speak a few words in English, but she actually couldn't understand the words and sentences on this examination paper!
This was definitely not an English paper that a high school student could answer.
She had no idea what these words meant at all. When they were combined into an entire reading comprehension, she was even more clueless.
Furthermore, there were even some ancient English four lines poems from the Middle Ages.
It had to be known that that was equivalent to the ancient Chinese. It was a fighter jet in an English exam!
Furthermore, she was struck down by these ancient poems until she was defeated.
She had been holding the pen for twenty minutes now, but she couldn't finish a single stroke!
"Xue Xue, how's it going? Is it—especially simple?" A fifty-year-old English teacher slowly picked up a piece of pork and asked "inadvertently" as he ate.
Gu Xuexue's face flushed red from embarrassment.
She felt that she was even more miserable than the pork.
"Yes… I'm writing it now… Soon…"
She gnashed her teeth and braced herself.
She thought to herself that Gu Qiqi definitely wouldn't be able to answer questions that she didn't know how to answer!
At this moment, a classmate exclaimed.
"Qiqi has also completed her Science paper and is writing an essay! Gosh, Qiqi is so formidable!"
"I used to think that top students were nerds. But now, I realize that top students are really cool when they answer questions!"
"That's because, you wretched mortal, you were struck by our Qiqi's light, right? Haha!"
Upon hearing her classmates' praise, Gu Xuexue's heart burned with hatred.
Handsome my ass.
Gu Qiqi was definitely like her—she couldn't understand anything and couldn't answer anything, right?
Could it be that the reason why Gu Qiqi wrote so quickly was because she didn't know how to? Was that why her answers were all wrong?
For example, her multiple choice questions were all answered with C?
In a flash, Gu Xuexue seemed to have seen through something.
That must be it!
She knew it! How could she possibly finish a project in twenty minutes? There wasn't even enough time to copy the answer sheet.
Gu Xuexue breathed a sigh of relief.
She picked up her pen and started to write down her answers rapidly. Of course, she was all wrong!
After covering all the multiple choice questions along the way, she came to the English composition section. Since she couldn't understand the theme, she decided to write a random essay by herself.
Just like that, she spent an hour finishing the questions.
At the same time, on the live-stream screen, Gu Qiqi had already gotten up and handed the last examination paper to the examiner!
Gu Qiqi completed all four subjects.
The examiner was shocked.
Everyone in the examination room was shocked.
The students, teachers, and the principal of Grade 12 Class 1 were shocked.
At this moment, everyone who was watching the live broadcast online was also shocked!
The comments flew past the screen.
"How heaven-defying, Goddess!"
"This is the most awesome live-stream I've seen! A real top student!"
"A female genius would plagiarize? I won't believe it even if you beat me to death!"
"Slandering! Definitely slander! There's too much fake news these days!"
"That's right. I saw her write an English essay with my own eyes. She wrote it even faster than Chinese! More importantly, do you know what the English essay was about? It's a freaking speech for an Olympic champion who won an award! Do you know how to write it if it were you?"
Upon seeing this, Gu Xuexue's hand that was handing in the script trembled.
Impossible. That nerd Gu Qiqi even had the ability to write a speech for an Olympic champion?
Others might not know, but she knew best that Gu Qiushan couldn't bear to hire an extracurricular tutor for Gu Qiqi. Gu Qiqi learned English by memorizing the words!
She didn't believe that this level of mute English existed.
Those audience members must be blind!
"Xue Xue, are you done answering? I'll help you check the answers." The English teacher reminded her with a smile.


Upon being reborn, she immediately offends a vicious two-faced bigwig. 
He seizes her back home and insists on pampering her…
“Master Jue, a despicable man came to find Madam. He wants to reconcile with her.”
“Bury him alive.”
“Master Jue, Madam took first place in a major competition at the University of Medicine. A rotten woman got jealous and slapped Madam.” 
“Slap that dirty woman’s face before sending her off to be tormented in a living hell.”
“Master Jue, Madam… Madam escaped!”
A certain man’s gaze sinks dangerously. 
He has spoiled her to such an extent, yet she is still trying to run away? 
Has it ever crossed her mind that it's impossible for her to run away from him?

June 3, 2012 – Sunday 10 am – Okuba, Nabla
""""""Dear Payew, 
Congratulations! On behalf of Rinowra School of Ouigab, I am pleased to announce of your admission into the 12th grade for this coming 2012 – 2013 school year.
The academic achievements you have achieved within your school reflect what we value, respect, and expect from our students. Ambition, compassion, and curious intellect are the foundations of the Rinowra School experience. Be proud to have joined a select group of students. 
For 72 years, students who have entered Rinowra School have left prepared for success in their college education. Rinowra graduates gain a clear advantage among their peers and boast an admission rate of over 90% into the best universities around the world. We believe that the personalized education we provide and are still striving to improve, allows our students to thrive both in the campus and in their future studies.
Payew, we are excited that you have been accepted to join the Rinowra School Class of 2013. Please review the enclosed 'Checklist' for the next steps needed to make our school a part of your future. If you … """""""
I'm accepted. I'm surprised. Even though I'm the top of my grade in my high school, it's a fact that public schools in general are lacking compared to those high schools for the rich. However, I know I deserve it. Even though I'm from a public high school, I've given extra effort to study and read outside the curriculum to be number 1.
I actually don't care about being number 1 in my school; I just followed Tayaw's advice. Before he went off to college, he said 'Don't just study hard for the sake of studying. Make sure that every lesson on the textbook; know how to apply them in real life.' It was hard at first. If it was how I studied before, I would just memorize things and I'm good. But when I started studying and researching on each subjects, my reading basically multiplied. 
Thankfully, knowing how to apply them to practice made the stuff I read go down easier. The amount of information I also process while studying made me realize I've become smarter. I can connect information easier, and my memory improved as well. While I reduced the time of reading, my time applying the knowledge increased.
"That's the admission letter? Congratulations man." Tayaw said when he saw the letter on my hand. He came for a visit again after coming from Italy as an acclaimed movie director. I can't believe a world famous director is still sleeping in a bunk bed in my bedroom. 
"Yeah. It sounded braggy." I said. "Well. They have the right to. That's why I chose it for you." Tayaw said. 
Instead of applying to the Preparatory High School near dad's auto shop like the family talked about, Tayaw instead had me apply at Rinowra in Ouigab. It's not a boarding school, but still one of the best private high schools in the whole Northern Teungeb.
"mm. That's good. It actually won't make a difference what you study. Just study the way you're doing, and you'll be fine." Tayaw said. He's assuring me, but I'm honestly anxious. 
"Hah. Easy for you to say. I heard they're full of snobby kids from rich families." I said. "Hey. That school is different. They only care about grades. Sure, there may be a lot of rich kids there, but if they worked hard in studying, I bet they did not have the time to learn to be snobby." Tayaw said. 
"I'm jealous of you man. You didn't study hard in high school and now, according to dad, you can now retire if you want to and go for vacation for the rest of your life. I wish I'm an author too." I said. Sincerely, but I hid it in a jesting tone. I know though that I'm not an artist like him. Writing songs, writing books, and making a movie, and I don't even know how to do them even if I'm given millions of BGCs to start. I can say for sure because since Tayaw became a famous author, I've tried writing songs and stories in my spare time. 
"Hey. Play to your strengths. You're book smart and you can apply what you learn in real life. Just look at your garden in the backyard. I would not believe you grew that from just the knowledge you read from books. Look at your old game boy, you fixed it yourself after looking it up on the internet. Not everyone can do that." Tayaw said, which consoled me.
"Strength. Is that why mom and dad don't care if Agew don't get high grades? Making good vases is his strength?" I asked. 
"Exactly. And painting stuff too. He's good with his hands.  Now. Do you like learning things?" Tayaw asked. "Yes. It was fun measuring the area of our lot, how much of it is occupied by the house, how much is spare for other stuff. You know that whe-" "Alright. The point is you're having fun doing it. As long as you're having fun doing something productive, it's good." Tayaw said and went back to fiddling with his laptop. 
Why is he always busy? He's already rich and he just finished a movie. "What are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity. "Oh. I've wrote a lot of songs, but I can't possibly perform them all. I'm writing them down to sell. " Tayaw replied. 'Possibly'? "Just how many songs have you written?" I asked. "I don't know. Thousands? I'm sorting out the best ones." He explained as if it's no big deal.
"thousands… Then that's hundreds of albums, huh?" I read on the internet that an album at least have 7 or 8 songs as long as they're 31 minutes or more combined. "No. It's not that simple. Most of them are not good enough." He said. "So aside from writing books you wrote the lyrics too? How did you write lyrics for thousands of songs?" I asked, overwhelmed by the amount of work it will take. "What? Ah. I've misspoke. The songs I'm talking about are just the music. I've not written lyrics for them yet." He said. 
Still, that's a lot of work. "I see. Is that American band the only people you've sold songs to?" "Sold-.. Yes. They're the only ones for now. Hey. How's your English by the way?" Tayaw asked me suddenly. "It's going okay, I guess. I'm listening to recorded radio shows. I'm making some simple poems to practice too." I said. Whenever I do gardening or walk to and from school, I've recently gotten into radio shows. Aside from that, I also listen to Tayaw's English songs. 
"Poems? What type of poems?" Tayaw asked, showing interest, which he usually doesn't. Now I wish I had not told him about the poems. "They're just for practice. They're not anything special." I said. "Why?" "Well, because it's not formal English. I'm just writing casual stuff to remember new words I learned." I said.
"That's good. That's good. Do you write Teungebian poems too?" He asked, thankfully not insisting. "Yeah. I use them to memorize stuff so they don't really form … coherent stories." I explained. It's fun doing them. Since elementary school, long before I studied using Tayaw's 'apply into practice' style, I always wrote poems to memorize stuff easier instead of acronyms that I always forget. "That's good. Let's say you don't have to use formal writing, and you form coherent stories, can you still write poems?" He asked. Can't he just ask if I can write actual poems?
"Yeah. I think so. I don't know if they're good though. Why?" I asked. "Well, can you let me take a look at your poems?" He brought it up again. I know he will insist or bribe. But I feel guilty whenever he bribes using stuff that are much more valuable than the simple things he wants from me. I also know he doesn't like embarrassing people, so I guess I just have to show him. "Alright." 
A minute later, *flip* *flip* *flip* "hmm… mmm.. mmhhhmm.. hmm? Hmm." basing on his expression, at least he doesn't seem to hate it. "You wanna move in my house at Ouigab?" He suddenly asked. "On August?" I asked. "On August. My bed room is large enough for two beds." He explained. So, he has a house too in Ouigab? He can afford it but he never told mom and dad he bought one. 
"Yeah? Why can't just get a spare room then?" I asked. It's a valid question. If he bought a house, then he definitely bought a large one just like the one he bought in New York. "Well. You know the band I played with in my YouTube Channel? They live with me. We make music." He explained. It makes sense now. At least I know now that he's at least not living alone. He's even living 1,2,3 …  6 people! He's living with more people than he did when he was living here. He's not lonely. 
"Alright! I'll go." I'm excited. It's only two months and I can't wait. 
"You're 16 now. Had your driver's license yet?" He asked. "YEAHP. But.. Dad doesn't allow me to drive by myself when I drive here to and from his workshop in Jebung … He gets yell-y too, but I get why." I said. "Hmm? That's a long drive. SO you're driving to his workshop now huh." He said in surprise. It is understandable. 65 kilometers, more than an hour drive on zig zags is tough. "At first, I would always feel spent. But now, I don't feel as tired." I assured, when I saw the worried look on his face. 
"Alright. Be careful. If you can drive safely without even leaving a scratch on dad's van, I may even buy you a car when you get to Ouigab." He said. I'm gob smacked. I don't even know what to say.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Louie Ados

I always try to live through everyone's expectations, I was so used to people praising me for who I am, being the perfect ideal type of every guy, being the perfect ideal type for a daughter, student and even as a friend.

Room 1 is my classroom, it's filled with brainy students or talented kids who're honored for their skills, even the daughter of the US president is here. Of course I got in through my own talent and intelligence, no money was used to bribe staff. 
As I walk to my desk that's beside the window my friend Gladys waved at me.
"Hey! How was your weekend?" Gladys happily said
"Good" I said "You know me same old thing"
"Ugh! Reading poems again" she said in disgust "When are you gonna go out and have fun…,you know, like shopping or watching a movie."
"Why not try reading them? It's super good.. I can give you a poem that might attract your senses." I said as I was sitting down on my chair "There are poems for everyone."
Gladys imitated a vomiting action. 
"Oh don't be harsh on poems, try reading one it might interest you." I said. 
Bell Rang and our literature teacher came in.
He took our attendance and said "Louie Ados, You like reading poems right?" In a serious tone.
"I actually adore poems" I said while standing up "Why'd you ask Mr. Defer?" 
"Then you're the perfect person to fit for this job…, I'll be giving you an outside task" he said as he was coming toward me "Do this and I'll be giving you bonus points for the next exam…, What do you say?"
"Mr. Defer, I know nothing of this outside task. Why should i accept such a thing?" I said in a serious tone
"That's right, Let's talk about the details after class.. Got to the teacher's lounge. I'll discuss it with you there." He said as he turned around to go to the front.
While sitting down I was curious as to why he needs a person like me.
Class ended, I stood up and picked up my things and went straight to the teacher's lounge.
Mr. Defer wasn't there yet.So, I took a bit of a look around the teacher's lounge, As I was looking around a man whispered behind me near my ear "What are you looking at?" 
As I panicked I jumped, turned around,closed my eyes and quickly slapped the man's cheek.

'Slap'

In shock I later realized that I slapped someone who I absolutely have no Idea who might he be.., Shit. I opened my eyes and saw the man rubbing his cheek.
"Is that how you people treat students from outside?" He said while coming near me,
He grabbed my chin and said "Nice slap though." He said leaning in to kiss me.
I panicked and kicked him in that spot..,

'Thud'

"Ooooh" he moaned in pain

Shit. 
Later on I found myself bowing down and apologizing to him.
He was on the ground holding you know what is, shouting all kinds of curse words.
I saw my teacher behind him and quickly hit his head with a thick book.

'Bam'

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT FOR OLD MAN?!" The man said "SHE BROKE MY EGGS! THIS IS HARASSMENT!"

"His name is Mark Christopher Kyle, just call him MK" Mr. Defer said, Mr. Defer gave MK a signal meaning to introduce himself to me but instead MK shrugs Mr. Defer and out of nowhere Mr. Defer smacks the back head of MK.

'Pok'

"This is bullying im so reporting you.." MK whispered loudly enough for Mr. Defer to hear and lower enough so other people won't hear, Out of nowhere chuckled loud enough for him to hear "Names MK" he made it sound cool and all, "M'kay" I said in a teasing tone.
"Anyway"Mr. Defer interrupted "I want you to ask your mother and father to come tomorrow," he said in such a serious tone. "You can leave now, I'll tell you tomorrow what you have to do, He told me he wouldn't be able to make it just now, let's discuss about the details tomorrow" he said, Mr.Defer looked at MK "and you, you're coming with me" he said while pinching his ear and dragging him inside his office.

I left the office and headed to driveway waiting for my pick-up service,
A man suddenly gently tapped my shoulder, I turned around and he said "Miss, I will be your new pick-up service, follow me pls." He said..
As I was following him I wondered why my old service got replaced, nevertheless my mind kept thinking about what Mr. Defer's favor is.

As I arrived at my house, I entered the house, went up the stairs and did my homework. It's still on my head what the favor was and why he needs my parents to come tomorrow.
"I should probably sleep" I told myself
A soft knock was heard on my door and the door opened for a little bit it was my mother, "Eat. Downstairs?" My mom said with a japanese accent, my mother has yet to fully learn english so her english is a bit messy.
"No, Thank you." I said standing up "By the way, Mr. Defer wants you both to come to school tomorrow." I said looking at her and waiting for her reaction, she nodded and closed the door to keep me in peace, "Seems like they knew each other, anyhow I should go to bed and get some rest."

Two people from different families meet, fall in love, and ran away from their own flesh and blood from the same reason.

The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

poems in english for students novel

Poems

For students

Prosas: Me and My Thoughts (English Version)

Love, The Self, & The Nation: An anthology

the air, the coldness, the blood: A poem collection

Love poems for her

Dear Commander-in-Chief

Jack of Arts

We'll Be Alright

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