A poem called Without you.

Without you I’m afraid
Stars are all I could see in the everlasting dark sky
They let me believe, that hope could not be lost
But I am scared, cause I have lost you to protect me

Without you I can’t be happy
The only thing left there to do is to be the star within yourself……

Schooled in academia, but with no tolerance for truth and reason, what do our schools give us?

Little Poetry that I have started to produce. Hope you guys like my first poetry as I just started to produce some

This is the first episode of a mini-series that I’m working on about falling in love with the wrong person. It concerns a middle aged mother who falls in love with her child’s teacher.

A little advice to navigating the late night cram session.

This is a poem stating that students should look for their school supplies while they are still there.

A poem about first semester finals.

School events are almost always IRONIC.

At German school, who have opted for a psychology degree, come to hard times. Every year about 15,000 prospective customers to apply for a place in psychology. Places but there are still not even half of the applicants. On average, every fourth – five Applicants a place.

There’s always that one sub teacher who makes you wonder if your principal was on crack when he allowed them to take over your class.