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Listen and Pay Attention

Hear me, Hear me.
Are you even listening?
Look at me, Look at me.
Are you paying attention.
Yes, we can hear you.
Yes, we are paying attention.
But are you?
We call out hear me.
Do you hear our calls?
We beg to be seen.
Do you see us at all?
No, you don’t hear us.
No, you don’t see us.
Well, we are going to change that.
Hear us, Hear us
Hear us now?
Do you see us as we stand our ground?
Yes, you can hear us.
Yes, you can see us.
But what about listening and not just hearing?
How about paying attention and not just seeing?
We listen and pay attention.
So why don’t you?

10 out of ten

Explanation:

That Was Splendid

It’s about teachers, right? 10/10

Explanation:

Great job.

3rd person, because the narrator is out of the story but explains the feeling of the main character

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.