Almost done for the year

[fledgist]

The job's endless, it's not just standing up in class
and talking, or getting the students to speak,
and bob's yer uncle. Preparation's a huge mass
of tasks that would, I'm sure, daunt strong and weak.
I've got each class to prep, get the ideas across,
I've got syllabi to write, lesson plans to make;
here I must separate true metal from the dross
and give my best for ungrateful others' sake.
And when the day is done, I've still got more to do,
essays to read, multi-guess quizzes to mark;
students think of nothing but getting through,
but I'm here reading their words well into dark.
To learn and think and write, the price's to teach,
and hope that some achievement's within reach.