Like a computer popup with emoticons,
The gray square of space
Around his desk is filled
With a million attention grabbing
This student’s round face with those
Bright blinking eyes and wildly waving arms
As soon as the class logs in
To serious discussion.
Circling their peer’s massive head
With laser beam glares,
Students try to warn
The excited instructor
Of the virus lurking beneath
His sparkling student’s
But the class files and lecture notes
Have already been hacked
With overriding irrelevance
From an animated,
Illusions and illustrations he showers liberally,
Examples are endless and questions encouraged.
New ways of thinking,
Explored creatively in lectures and worksheets.
His explanations flawless,
His audience…less than captivated.
Texting misspelled words beneath the table,
Typing grammar suicides on Facebook walls,
They skip the unchecked homework,
Do a research paper,
And maybe take another class
With Professor Socrates
To get one more decent grade
From a man who thinks too much
Of those who think too little.