Gripping the Smartboard pen
With an iron fist
She rules over her kingdom

Not a teacher, mind you
But a dictator
A ruthless controller of the following masses

Variables and inequalities
Make up our chains
Only problem-solving slaves

Storming up and down
The carpeted, thin aisles
She swipes a book from an unsuspecting student

Putting problems on the board
One after one
Never explaining in depth their solutions

Whiteboards and ink
Our only way to think
Are we the prisoners or the students?

Stealing a glance
To the western window
Freedom from the dizzying numbers

The bell sounds like
A thunderous clatter
Of applause