My Class

There are KL-ites, and foreigners in the mix,
Homework and assignments galore, all on BlackBoard6
Teenagers in their seats, feet flat on the floor,
They all fell silent, as the lecturer walked through the door.

He had on a pair of slacks, and a red bowtie,
That and a brown sports coat, with the aircon on high.
Carrying with him his books, marker pens in his pocket,
Sitting down, plugging his laptop into the socket.

Turn to page thirty-seven, he did loudly cry,
His laptop whirring, with a twinkle in his eye.
We flipped the pages quickly, till the page we did meet,
Wow! Macroeconomic Theories! Oh! How neat!

To the whiteboard he did jump, red ink pen in hand,
“Copy what I say, for I am the best in the land!”
He started writing and with haste, we did copy,
From eyes to paper, from laptop to floppy.

Moving on to the supply and demand curve,
A topic we the students less then love.
"Public good is better then merit good,"
Shouting louder then the poor man should.

He lept onto the table and beat his breast,
"This are the theories that add to life its zest!"
"Go on home," he said. "Do your research,"
"Do not be stupid. Prone to thrust and lurch."

"Bring me your assignments, don't be lazy!"
Quote the students, "That's just crazy!"
"Do not complain! This is not acceptable!"
"Study hard, this knowledge is applicable."

We did not falter, we children in blue jeans,
Some of us copy blindly, not knowing what it means.
‘Anticipated and Unanticipated Inflation’,
And the other economic blights that could cripple a nation.

He left, beaming away like Captain Kirk,
Leaving behind a stack of today's homework.
Oh how they work! They toil, they strive!
These are the students from my class of PB5.