The Real vs. The Everyday
One of the things that I find difficult about teaching is how much I enjoy my students! I find I would much rather have a conversation with them and soak up their brilliant observations of the world. A few times a year we enjoy a school sponsored coffee house. Our traditional roles are put aside and parents, teachers and students enjoy each other's company and talent. The 7th grade, who hosts, have been working on some comedy improv and they are hilarious! Parents share music and poetry. Teachers do things that aren't necessarily educational! Kids step forward and play music or recite poetry of their own volition! Throw in the baked goods, coffee and tea and it is really my ideal way to spend a Friday night. At last night's event, I read this poem of mine that was inspired by the event itself.
I drive up,
The friendly windows cast their glow
On the parking lot.
This is a change from the everyday -
Usually I am morning-frantic
And squinting behind sunglasses.
You can hear and feel the beehive buzz
Before you open the door.
Where once there was only cold water with a twist of metal pipe flavor,
Now a feast is spread.
The room that is usually bright yellow,
With a blade of sunshine slicing into it,
Glows with candles and cozy lamplight.
And we are all eager to enjoy each other!
No longer fighting for and against order,
Peeled of the daytime people we must be.
When I leave this festival of the real us,
I glow for who we all are
When we're not trying to be something else.
Would it feel this good
If we tried it everyday?
Spell check fun: Before I made each other into two seperate words, spell check wanted me to change "eachother's" into "yachters" and "eachother" to accouter - what is that?
I drive up,
The friendly windows cast their glow
On the parking lot.
This is a change from the everyday -
Usually I am morning-frantic
And squinting behind sunglasses.
You can hear and feel the beehive buzz
Before you open the door.
Where once there was only cold water with a twist of metal pipe flavor,
Now a feast is spread.
The room that is usually bright yellow,
With a blade of sunshine slicing into it,
Glows with candles and cozy lamplight.
And we are all eager to enjoy each other!
No longer fighting for and against order,
Peeled of the daytime people we must be.
When I leave this festival of the real us,
I glow for who we all are
When we're not trying to be something else.
Would it feel this good
If we tried it everyday?
Spell check fun: Before I made each other into two seperate words, spell check wanted me to change "eachother's" into "yachters" and "eachother" to accouter - what is that?
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