College years and other thoughts

A poem based on a child's struggle to live up to his father's hopes

A poem about a friend, who like me, didn't finish his Final Teaching Practise.

Not only did I find a glaring typo in my original poem, but it made me wince. This poem was long overdue a facelift. Still in teaching, I have met students who really do beat themselves up over one missing mark. All power to the pursuit of perfection...