Study Poem by Clare Walsh

Study

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Study, study study
Is what the teachers tell us to do
But there was only so much I knew
In the dark and dreary classroom
All I seemed to do was fume
I know all the teachers wanted was for us to bloom
In the end all I wanted to do was to get out there
And in the end I didn't seem to care anymore
School just seemed such a bore and I didn't want to be part of it
In the end you could say I wasn't that smart
40 days until I can I can say goodbye

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: school
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Denis Mair 01 October 2015

I totally understand the last two lines. The poet is humble, realizing that emotional equilibrium and adaptability are part of intelligence. Some people have a natural endowment to study well because they don't blow themselves off course in a storm of emotions. Learning happens when one is immersed in a process. The poet stands outside of the process of institutional learning and ticks off the days. So she admits she has failings in this respect. However, the ability to stand outside of a process can be part of learning on a larger scale later. Harsh consequences are instructive and emotions can be adjusted. Of all the lessons learned, compassion is most admirable.

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Heather Wilkins 28 August 2014

study study school can be a bore but when life sets in it will become a blessing an emotional piece

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Khairul Ahsan 20 August 2014

I could not understand what you wanted to mean by the last two lines.

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Gajanan Mishra 20 August 2014

study of nature is the best study, thanks.

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