Wednesday, February 20, 2008

And now, a poem...

I made my first student cry.  At this point some of you might be thinking, "Oh no!  That's terrible, poor kid..." but I assure you, among educators it's a badge of honor.  It means we've gotten through.  I'm rather proud of that moment.  it happened because my Spanish students were being rather uncontrollable.  I like to have a friendly relationship with my kids, and have fun etc. but they were getting a bit out of hand.  So I laid down the law.

I love it when students think up their own punishments inadvertently.  A young man in the 3rd grade called a girl in his class a n*****.  No one was happy with this situation.  He was assigned three book reports and a stack of worksheets, along with a series of lectures from various adults, and not being allowed back in class.  I was watching him at one point and he said, "do I have to write a letter to the teacher?" i.e. an apology - I thought "what a fantastic idea!" and said, "Yes, you do."  Love it.

Ms. Larson's sixth grade class was writing poems today, so during a short break I wrote one as well:

I Am

I am scrawny and eccentric
I wonder if the perfect brownie exists
I hear the warblings of fairies
I see the sky dance
I want a bigger bank account
I am scrawny and eccentric

I pretend I'm a super-hero
I feel tall
I touch a metaphorical pig ear
I worry about the future of my kids
I cry when I laugh to hard
I am scrawny and eccentric

I understand geometry
I say "Long live the Larson!"
I dream in color
I try to laugh
I hope I make a difference
I am scrawny and eccentric

I read it to them and they snapped.

For those of you who'd like to tap your own poetic reservoirs, here's the form for this particular poem:

I am (two descriptive things)
I wonder (something you wonder about)
I hear (some imaginary thing you hear)
I see (some imaginary thing you see)
I want (something you really want)
I am (first line of the poem)

I pretend (something you pretend)
I feel (something you really feel)
I touch (something imaginary you touch)
I worry (something you worry about/fear/etc.)
I cry (something that makes you cry)
I am (first line of poem)

I understand (something you understand)
I say (something you say/want to say)
I dream (something you dream about)
I try (something you try to do)
I hope (something you hope for)
I am (first line of poem)


Annabelle said...

I'm going to do a poem. Yep. Oh, and congrats on the crying student. That's a big step.

Felicity said...

Oooh! Congrats! How did you make him cry?
And I have to say that when I read that "they snapped" my first mental image was all hell breaking loose in the 6th grade. Then I realized what you meant. Hee hee...

Leah said...

That poem is too stinking long. Can't it suffice to say "I am still awesome" or "I like radical things" and be done with it?

I'm "Out of State Nick" or so T surmises... said...

I am congruently perplexed
I wonder where it’s gone
I hear the ringing memory
I see the fading sound
I want what I want just hear me out
I am congruently perplexed

I pretend it all makes sense
I feel it slip away
I touch the shadow as it fades
I worry not for today
I cry cause I cry and that’s all there is
I am congruently perplexed

I understand the night
I say my fears out loud
I dream the dreams I lost
I try not to compound
I hope you’ve not been troubled
I hope you’ve not been vexed
I told you long ago-
I’m congruently perplexed

Greg, I found this wildly entertaining. It's 5 am, I woke up a half hour ago,couldn't sleep, and you were my saving grace of something to do... I love witty and interactive blogs... Go Mr. B