Duffyesque

Reminiscing on primary school brings back a lot of memories. Memories of classes, with just one teacher teaching us all the subjects instead of moving around (just like Mrs Tilcsher).We had blackboards instead of markers and nap times after lunch. Lunches consisted of our custom lunchboxes, they each had their own superhero on them. I remember the time we first used pens while learning how to write in cursive. and assuming it was such a defining moment. The moment when graduation came and everything changed, middle school seemed like a dream come true. From recalling all those memories, it can be understood that most primary school memories do have the same basis of progression but certain aspects are definitely shaped to the area you lived in.

- In Mr Ben's classroom

the jitters begin before you walked in
sprinting, gasping, hoping,
you wouldn't hear that awful sound
but alas CLACK, it was all for nothing
Pitiful eyes stared back at you, but they didn't matter
none of it mattered except that one pair
the chilling, ice-cold eyes of Mr Ben

Why oh why were you late he asked
fuming, fumbling and furious
I looked down in fear
swallowing all my replies
and once it was done, I stumbled to my seat,
and then it began
the hour of  dread

question after question
scribbled onto the pages
encrypting my mind
but all you could  hear was the distant ticking
as I waited for the alarm bell ringing

and when the hour was up
and all of it was over
it ended with him giving us the cold shoulder
we left the class, our esteem shattered to bits
wondering if it was time to finally call quits

another hour, another day
another week, another month
we never gave up
we dealt with all his fits