#endofholiday
Today I began to hem,
rein in the threads that grow free
when left unstitched
I ticked a set of books
and, though I love my charges,
my heart hurt
My language is another,
my experience of this globe
unutterably different,
though geographically the same
And I want to help them play the game, I do,
but I don’t trust those
telling me how to
My instincts,
honed by humans I trust, unless
I’m lost in my own Truman Show,
show me the right way to go,
divergent from this current shitshow
The pedagogy of care
is somewhere way, way
over there
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 11:39 AM UTC
I know which fat bells are tolling
with “Pupils come first” on lips
like a benediction spoke by those
whose fingers dip the collection box
But it can wait.
Piles of marking like ancient pillars
meant for Samson to do his thing
remain upright
Because a little tight in this metaphor,
Samson is for cooking a roast
playing video games
and watching the last gasp of TV,
anyone with me?
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 9:52 AM UTC
As teachers,
(and I know some are back already, sorry)
we are doing the equivalent
of sportsfolk psyching up
Our judo coach is shaking and slapping
while we, in denial, are still mowing lawns
and planning actual meals from recipes
In our dreams, the Bueller…?
Bueller…? Bueller…?
reels are already playing
with our classes disobeying to our faces
So for everyone’s sake
ease us in please
keep us keen and we’ll deal with your progeny
‘til Halloween
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC