I Am the Angel of the Classroom

I am the angel of the classroom

                No, not the teacher’s pet

                The favorite of the classroom

                No, I didn’t try to be

                I just was

I am the angel of the classroom

                I was quiet, meek in the utmost form

                I read, I listened carefully, I did precisely what I was told and nothing less

                I sat with my hands folded, always ready for a new task

I am the angel of the classroom

                “I wish I had a whole class filled with her”

                My second grade teacher whispered to my father

                As she pointed down to me

                I pretended not to hear her

                I looked away and hid my smile, I was excited

                It was such a compliment!

                My dad beamed proudly in his suit

                Coming straight from a business meeting to conference with her

                That was just my father,

                Meant to be a parent

                Born ready as it seemed

I am the angel of the classroom

                The hard-working little busy bee

                Keeping quiet and doing as I should

                Forever following the right path

                And always choosing to do the right thing

                I was born ready; to accomplish, succeed and create

I am the angel of the classroom

                But I did have my bad days

                I gave into peer pressure, once that I can remember

                “Ask to go to the nurse after I do, it will be fun!”

                Krystal told me, and I did

                My teacher said no to Krystal, because she was always faking sick

                I didn’t feel sick, should I ask?

                I rebelled. I did it. I asked.

                “Can I please go to the nurse?”

                My teacher instantly said yes

                So I went to the nurse

                And learned that I had a fever

                Which meant she needed to call my mom to come scoop me up

                I lied, or so I thought and ended up being sick anyways

                My streak of rebellion quickly faded

                For you cannot always shed the person that you are

I am the angel of the classroom

                Hear me, YAWP YAWP YAWP!