Swimming through organic almond butter with an empty scuba tank I rise to the surface of the day only to be caught in an avalanche of sleep-deprivation before rolling into a tumbleweed of Donna Summer-esque Workin' Hard for the Money on a day that should be branded by Dyson
I arrive to a twenty-one gun salute presented by three-year-olds who don't even lift and I am flipped and tilted from Q to A until tossed salad slides through my ears and out my mouth
I boomerang to the outback and back out backing out of the blank draft card before tug-a-war with a bungee cord and
Then I'm back to swimming through organic peanut butter with an empty scuba tank and you peer over the edge of the jar glaring as you hold the spoon
Based on this assignment I gave my students:
Begin by writing a poem about how your day felt, not what happened but how you felt as events happened and the day unfolded. Don't worry too much about making it perfect; this is only a rough draft. Did it feel like slogging through quicksand or like you woke up with your hair on fire?
Next, use words, phrases, and ideas of your poem to create a visually-inspired poems, using Google Slides and your text. Try to recreate the feeling you had during the day within the presentation.