As a new professor with Doctor in front of my name,
I could not wait to put my new knowledge in motion.
I thought that the students would be quite impressed,
But one yawning student disavowed me of that notion.
As I looked at that miscreant who dared act as if he were bored,
I was encouraged that the rest of the class listened to what I said.
Then, with a rustle of papers, another student fell with a thud,
With a hoot, I realized that I wasn’t the best thing since cornbread.
Written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday by Linda G, Hill: yawn.
Also for the Saturday Mix: Onomatopoeia: hoot, thud, and rustle. My first time teaching and boring students to death fit this. There is nothing like having a student fall out of a chair while lecturing to know that you have to change your style of teaching.