Class begins with droopy eyes Dreary skies A premonition of bleak surprise-- A day like the one before Words etched in bold chalk letter Tighten the fetter Students, uncaring as a crotchety old debtor-- Yawn and feign interest for life The lecture sets forth with little preamble An angst-dashed scramble But one spark catches like wildfire to a bramble-- She raises her head from the desk Terms that mean nothing begin to ignite Molten and bright Phrases smolder, flash like a floodlight-- Peppery heat fills her chest Fingers extend from an aching fist A bewildering twist Torches blazing through the frosty mist-- Passion beckoned forth from the soul Cached away in a drab, dusty room Knowledge heirloom Hidden from her world by a festering gloom-- Urges her on through the fog Erudition in a dose like a drug Goading tug Heart thundering like current in an active spark plug-- She wrenches her calling from the chalk Students snore through the lesson then leave Ever naive But she hangs suspended without reprieve-- She has found the ultimate raison d’être Interest piqued like never before, Spiral and soar! ; One concept that brings her potential ashore-- A buzz she will chase for the rest of her life
Life and Lemons 
Although I am certain there were some throughout my career, I’d like to think that most students did not view my class in the same light as your poem depicted the instructor. I remember, however, as a student
many years ago, sometimes feeling so totally bored that I wondered why anyone would ever choose such a profession! I can truthfully say that it served me well for 40 years and I hope, in a small way, I dignified my calling and offered insight, knowledge, and a dose of daily humor that helped the class period seem less a burden.
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I love that you have found something that has ignited such interest! Great job describing that moment when something captures your interest!
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