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Like a computer popup with emoticons,

The gray square of space

Around his desk is filled

With a million attention grabbing

Facial quirks

And smirks.

The professor,

A self-proclaimed

Technophobic,

Repeatedly clicks

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

Gleaming smile,

But the class files and lecture notes

Have already been hacked

With overriding irrelevance

From an animated,

Obnoxious pop-up

Student.


Illusions and illustrations he showers liberally,

Examples are endless and questions encouraged.

New ways of thinking,

Expressing,

Arguing,

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.