DON'T CHANGE, PLEASE! by Anonymous

It was truly a pleasure, to open the door,
For you to rudely push past me and walk through it.
      It made my day, so much better!
      As my teacher could see, and my classmates.
All smiles! All the way!

For, why am I here? What is my purpose?
But to help you, get to where you're going.
      If I'm late for class, why should you care?
      But if you're late for something, step on my face,
Shove me out of the way, run over me,
Race through the parking, park on the lines,
      Spit on my shoes, you're better than me.
      More educated, better behaved.
More caring, a better friend, More considerate, a better student.
      This is why you call your professor, "Hey!"
      Instead of, "Dr. Nine-years-of-college".
Why you noisily slam your books, bang your chairs,
drop your bags, and distract us, before class is done.
      Get going, run, drive fast, get stressed, don’t care.
      Don't study, forget your stuff, get sick, and miserable.
For me, AND FOR YOU!

 

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