I was sent to a nice Church of England girls' school and at that time, after university, a woman was expected to become a teacher, a nurse or a missionary - prior to marriage.
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Girls School
Sleepy head, kid sister
Lying on the floor
18 years and younger, boy
Well she knows what shes waiting for
Yukis a cool school mistress
Shes an oriental princess
She shows films in the classroom, boy
The put the paper on the windows.
Ah...what can the sisters do
Ah...girls school
Head nurse is sister scala
Now shes a spanish doll
She runs a full body out call massage parlour
From the teachers hail
Ah...what can the sisters do
Ah...girls school
Well now, roxannes he woman trainer
She puts the kids to bed
She gives them pills in a paper cup
And she knocks them on the head
Ah...what can the sisters do
Ah...girls school
Ah...what can the sisters do
Ah...girls school
She shows films in the classroom, boy
The put the paper on the windows.
Ah...what can the sisters do
Ah...girls school
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Gradation of The Institutions
Does the teacher want the child to learn?
It is the kindergarten.
Does the teacher expect it to learn?
It is the school.
Does the teacher suppose it learns?
It is the college
Is the teacher indifferent to its learning?
It is the university.
Is the institution not bothered at all?
It is the distance education.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The School Of Nature
To be a poet
it is essential to be a student
of school of nature
to complete this study
one life is not sufficient
but has to take many births
its language and grammars are too tough
no university can meet it up
in the school of nature
the languages of stars, planets & all creatures
are taught for which you have to choose a teacher
God is the super teacher to teach you
in the school of nature.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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I Better Be Good
If I ain't cool
My daddy gonna send me
To Military School
If I ain't nice
My girlie gonna freeze me
With cold shoulder ice
If I'm real late
My teacher gonna use me
For alligator bait
So, I better be good
I better be good
If I jump on the gas
The cops are gonna jump
All over my back
If I smoke too much
Doctor says he's gonna
Put my lungs in a crutch
If I'm caught without my pants
Consuelo's dad is gonna shoot
Until he sees me dance
So, I better be good
I had better be good
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
You better be nice tonight
If I spray it on the seat
Lady gonna tie a big knot
In the meat
If I spewey too fast
Lover's gonna stick
My Wrangler in a cast
If zipper grabs skin
I'll know I had it out
When I shoulda kept it in
Ow.
I better be good
I better be good
I better be good
Ooh.
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nice, nice, nice
I'd better be nice tonight - yeah
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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A teacher who is just right
Have you had a teacher
That makes your heart glow
A teacher is wonderful
A teacher whom you feel honored to have
A teacher who you can laugh or cry with
A teacher whom you can love no matter what they do
A teacher who looks up to you when you don't know
A teacher who just seems to understand you
A teacher who you think about day and night
A teacher whom you pray for as you go to bed
A teacher who is there when need them to
Thoughts of them are always in your head
A teacher who shares with you there ups and downs
A teacher who is there for you in school
A teacher who you share all your smiles with replacing al your frowns
poem by Rosa Tenezaca
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A nice Teacher
A nice teacher
Never gives out alot
of work to their students.
A nice teacher
Always give out candy
to their students.
A nice teacher
Always give students a
warning before they get punish.
A nice teacher
Would never give
out a test.
A nice teacher
Is always a nice teacher
poem by James Wilhoite
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School's out
Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all
School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely.
poem by Killed Killa
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Teacher Says, Teacher Goes
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
what you have done,
was clearly a mistake,
maybe it is,
time for a break.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
that you have been naughty.
That you have been quite foughty.
That you are being rude,
don't call teacher a dude.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher know,
that you were making faces,
behind teachers back,
that you were throwing spitballs,
at the teacher's pet.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows.
So enough is said,
so now you know,
that whatever you do.....
Teacher says,
Teacher goes,
Teacher smilies,
Teacher knows
poem by Jasmine Aira
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On Old Man's Thought Of School
AN old man's thought of School;
An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself
cannot.
Now only do I know you!
O fair auroral skies! O morning dew upon the grass!
And these I see--these sparkling eyes,
These stores of mystic meaning--these young lives,
Building, equipping, like a fleet of ships--immortal ships!
Soon to sail out over the measureless seas,
On the Soul's voyage.
Only a lot of boys and girls? 10
Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes?
Only a Public School?
Ah more--infinitely more;
(As George Fox rais'd his warning cry, "Is it this pile of brick and
mortar--these dead floors, windows, rails--you call the church?
Why this is not the church at all--the Church is living, ever living
Souls.")
And you, America,
Cast you the real reckoning for your present?
The lights and shadows of your future--good or evil?
To girlhood, boyhood look--the Teacher and the School.
poem by Walt Whitman
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The Summer of Sixty Eight
It wasn’t the summer of 69
It was the summer of 68
A levels
Leaving school
Suddenly the map of life changed
School bullies puffed up on hormonal bravado
Were now like amateur men
John Marshall
A school bully
Who, strangely, I got on with
Me with my sticky out ears and buck teeth and skinniness
Him with that rascal look
Him who’d got two B’s
And me with my 4 A’s
Summer
Hot – at least for England.
We’d all got our results
No more school uniform
Eighteen
But still sitting near the kids’ playground
At ‘the Marsh’
We’d grown up there
Been kids there
And now the great divide would come
Me – university to study maths
Him – he had no idea.
Forty years later
Him – a mental health nurse in Leeds
Me - a mental health patient in Gosford
What happened to that divide?
To that parting of the ways?
Had we just taken different paths
But followed the same journey
Though to different destinations?
The sun’s now shining in Australia
But it’s wet and cold in Leeds
I think he may be happier
For not wanting to succeed.
poem by David Keig
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Prior To Whatever The Outcome
Who knows if those decisions we make,
Will achieve and please...
An expected result?
With a certainty known that is already felt.
The ones who take chances,
Eventually learned...
Something about deciding,
Upon which way to turn.
It is easy to reflect upon those experiences,
One gets.
And express whether or not,
A relief to them came with no grieving met.
But those who hesitate in a waiting done...
Are always heard to state they know what will occur,
Prior to whatever the outcome that is shunned...
Comes to ease or wreck havoc on their nerves.
Prior to whatever the outcome,
A shunning...
Prior to whatever the outcome,
Is done!
Prior to whatever the outcome,
A shunning...
Prior to whatever the outcome,
Is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Missionary Man
Well I was born an original sinner.
I was borne from original sin.
And if I had a dollar bill
For all the things Ive done
Thered be a mountain of money
Piled up to my chin...
My mother told me good
My mother told me strong.
She said be true to yourself
And you cant go wrong.
But theres just one thing
That you must understand.
You can fool with your brother -
But dont mess with a missionary man.
Dont mess with a missionary man.
Dont mess with a missionary man.
Well the missionary man
Hes got God on his side.
Hes got the saints and apostles
Backin up from behind.
Black eyed looks from those Bible books.
Hes a man with a mission
Got a serious mind.
There was a woman in the jungle
And a monkey on a tree.
The missionary man he was followin me.
He said stop what youre doing.
Get down upon your knees.
Ive got a message for you that you better believe.
(chorus repeats...)
song performed by by Eurythmics
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You have the Roman Catholic Church, the Church of England, the Presbyterians, the Wesleyans, represented in each school, and they are each to take alternate days.
quote by Charles Tupper
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Boys & Girls
Boys and girls come out to play, playing till theyre old and grey
Time to leave the old school suit, grown ups can be real cute
Do you think theyre wiser than in the past
How long do you think its gonna last
I dont have to prove to you adults can be kidding too
Boys and girls I love you dearly
But I hate to have you near me
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls stay home today
Think theyre more mature that way
Secret friends can soon be found
Indiscretions underground
Maybe growing up can seem more graceful
If they make their style become more tasteful
With your looks you could go far
But better watch the calendar-iahhh
(the sound of a church wedding)
Boys and girls I love you dearly
But I hate to have you near me
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls I love you dearly
But I hate to have you near me
Boys and girls I love you dearly
But I hate to have you near me
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
Boys and girls - ahh
song performed by by Human League
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News From Grace From California (unedited)
very well, thanks.
today we are officially empty 'nesters'
our youngest just left for school
he has one quarter to go and will graduate this December,
making his college years to 3 and a quarter.
we're so proud.
he'll take the law entrance admission test
this 26th of the month
Thanks, he's thinking
of applying to California top 6 law school, UCLA,
UCBerkeley,
University od Southern California,
Santa Clara University,
UC Davis.
The acceptance will depend
on the admission test
and GPA.
with regards to the gpa
i'm confident since
he's been a consistent deans lister
our second child is now a registered nurse
and working in central California
and had his first place
less than 5 minutes drive from Kara,
his sister.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Flashback Of My Primary School Days!
When we saw the stick-bearing teacher
at the far end of the long street of our village,
we would run like deers scared by tigers
and jump down and lie in a manger.
But the eighth class passed owlish teacher
would come straight and lift us up
pulling our shirts, as we do a mouse by its tail.
One slap on the cheek was enough
to flap our wings to school.
With rancid groundnut oil dripping down
from our heads, we would go to school,
cleaned already by us before the dawn.
Our school was a safe haven for the teachers,
as the inspectors could visit
either by walking four kilometers
or by a jeep driving forty kilometers.
At interval, we would jump into a nearby well,
swim, sink down and come up with some soil,
in our folded palms, and hurry up to school,
when the teacher waved his stick,
standing on the top of the well and looking down.
A nice smile tip-toes on my lips recalling those mirthful days.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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I went to school at this log school house. A white woman was my teacher, I do not remember her name. My father had to pay her one dollar a month for me. Us kids that went to school did not have desks, we used slates and set on the hued down logs for seats.
Yesterdays Toys
Girls I watch them Girls.
Girls new at university brained.
Girls Girls different all focused.
Girls some seemingly scatter-brains.
Spreading nonsense squawks
honk honk honking drains.
Them Girls Like Them Boys
Discarding Lectures Like Yesterdays Toys.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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School Teacher
I seen you walkin' every day on your way, school
I seen you talkin' to the children
I seen you talkin' to, ooh yeah
School teacher, yeah
In the boiler beneath the building
And I'm so lonely, I'm lonely, yeah
Go to your parties, goin' to your meeting
You look so busy, are you busy? Yeah
Na na na na na, school teacher
The day goes on so fast, fast, fast
School teacher, yeah
Where ya gonna go last?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
I'd like to know ya, but I'm a nothin'
And you know somethin', I'd like to know ya, yeah
I'd like to hold ya, I'd like to love ya,
I'd like to know ya, I'd like to know ya, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah na, na, na,
School teacher please don't walk on past, past
School teacher, yeah
Where ya gonna go last?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
song performed by by Bob Seger
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A Witch At Church After Service Meeting
I was extremely lucky
early in life at primary school
I had the misfortune of
being taught several years
in a row by an extremely
opinionated female teacher?
Her learned perception
all small boys were bad...
I was seated in a group
she never taught
never talked to
never answered
questions from...
only down spoke to
with insulting
condescending remarks.
I as example was destined
at later primary school
she enthusiastically
informed her entire class in
another rage anger fit...
was destined to be arrested
put in prison where I belonged
being of no use to society.
Years later she recognized me
at a church after service meeting
stared at me with loathing hate
obviously church was not
where I belonged in her scheme
of judgement cosmic certainties...
I pleasantly ignored her
having missed her prophecy
incarceration destination
by then I was a journeyman
accredited qualified tradesman
bonus a university degree
never was I a vindictive
child soul destroying teacher
voicing rage as she was...
I had been at primary dyslexic undiagnosed
remedial reading elementary rage taught
will not aid or remedy special needs students...
post graduate Diploma Of Teaching I studied
Students With Special Learning Needs
taught with patience empathy diverse skills heart...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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