The Student Sonnet

Note: I have pretty much been dead on my feet this week with the midterm exams, weather weirdness in Canada, and the usual obsessions and concerns over money and future work (thank you, stress headache...stressache?). So, this may not be my best work, but I think it explains where my head is at and what I have had to deal with...

Sir, I must apologize for the last week.

I told you I could not be here for the class.

I guess I should have taken time to speak

to you. Does this mean I cannot pass?

I know, I know… I am just thinking of me.

But there was so much happening

with the family...and painful trick knee.

Did I tell you how I hurt it? Here’s the thing:

I really like the course; you make it fun.

I think that the lessons are important and clear.

I know I won’t be the only student, the only one

to say that you are helping us, but there's a big fear:

Is this going to be a permanent mark?

Am I going to be done before I even start?

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