Poems about boredom in school
Coasting Casey: A Tale of Busting Boredom in School by Shannon Anderson“My teachers say I’m coasting, that I just do ‘well enough.’ But why do I want to waste my time on super boring stuff?” Casey is bright, but doesn’t apply himself at school. Instead, he coasts—doing just well enough to get by, and ignoring homework and projects that don’t interest him. What does interest Casey is art. He loves to draw, make music, and create. Sometimes this enthusiasm interferes with learning and gets him into trouble. With help from his school principal, Casey learns to apply his passions to his schoolwork. Told in humorous rhyme, this lively story will speak to bored students and to any kid who can—and wants to—do better. The book concludes with tips and information to help parents, teachers, counselors, and other adults foster dialogue with any kid wrestling with underachievement.
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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking. While the teacher drones, explaining how to multiply a fraction, my mind is rolling slowly to a state of numb inaction. Now my eyes are growing heavy and my head begins to fall, as I drift away slumberland against the classroom wall. It appears while I was napping all the students took a vote. I got way more votes than anyone, and this is my reward: All my classmates have elected me the Chairman of the Bored. Would you like to use this poem in your classroom? Would you like permission to reprint, record, recite or broadcast this poem, or set it to music?