Before A* Poem by Stevie Taite

Before A*

Rating: 2.8


In maths I was average
Never appreciated the function
Very intimidated by this area
Got lost a multiple of times
Algebra? As easy as pie? haha
 Thank Goodness Jack  Kilby for your triumphant gadget!
The unknown number? 'C'

At English, I was as clumsy as a butterfly without wings
There wasn't A FORREST to walk through!
I had a GO. It was a MASSIVE  walk in the dark.
I stumbled and unknowingly PEE'd but came through
with a 'B'and a 'C'

At art I was sketchy
We did not learn from the Greats 
Or get to see  the world through their eyes.
Technically, we never wrote more than our name on the back
My art  emerged from ignorant pigment and HB and produced an 'E'

 Geography was physically beautiful!
Although I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag, or remember many Capitals, I still  ascended.
It was about the way of the land and people and populations!
 I gloried at that globe and navigated an A

Science. What a cerebral exercise!
A new quirky language 
Labelling and learning
A world in miniature to build as a concept 
The gravity of it kept me rooted 
The cause? Wonderment and osmotic thirst
The effect? An A

PE was just to keep us fit 
RE was deemed morally  essential (C)
Computers....Ahem.... Our school had Ten!
I still remember my schoolgirl French (C)
And don't mention zee Germans! (D)
I believe they have invented many more subjects since then?  
My day when A was  just A and not A*

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chris G. Vaillancourt 05 May 2014

Very emotional and a very good poem. Excellent.

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Ruby Honeytip 24 November 2012

I love this Stevie! I bet we would have been best friends.....and you could have helped me get better grades hahaha x

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Alla Simone 03 November 2012

Clever language choice & on the high end of the entertainment spectrum. I thoroughly enjoyed this!

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Harriet James 10 August 2012

This is fun, yes we had only simple A's too. None of this A* stuff, or A1/A2. A great walk back to school...

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Pranab K Chakraborty 10 August 2012

Just like a clarinet someone playing from the bush in dark. Between A B C D getting puzzled to find out the self and for this why I like this poem. Much is the strength of crafting the poet possess. Think the reader will get the taste of many new others soon. Thanks for sharing.................................................Pranab k c.....................10+

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