Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
DRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIP!
I’m sunk into my couch
Wasted
The only noise I can hear
Is the slow methodical sound
of my
Faucet
Dripping
The same faucet that I had
intended
To fix
From the moment I moved in
But then came:
Curriculum Writing
Lesson plans
Staff orientation
Staff meetings
Students
Tonight I lay still
Unable to even twitch a muscle
as the
Perfect
Combination of oxygen mixed
with hydrogen
Crawls
To the bottom of a dirty
bowl
Once containing a single
portion of Uncle Ben’s Instant Rice
Instant Rice
The only source of nutrition
I had
Time
To make yesterday
But it was not my only source
of substance.
I teach
Teaching is my substance
This is what I believe I
was made for;
No matter how many days,
like today, may occur, which
Make me Question
I can still find substance;
The answer
Like today, when a student
meanders up to my lovely
Disorganized yet organized
desk,
After half an hour of poignant
lecture, which
Discussed the easy subject
of
how to correctly organize
a speech,
And asks me,
“Mr. Ralph, when you
say we need to create a body for our speech;”
as he makes the motion of
an hour glass with his hands,
“I was wondering if
I could make mine look like Pamela Lee?”
At first I used my highly
perfected teacher stare,
To let him know that I was
Not
Amused
Then I looked at the pen
I held in my hand,
Then back to the kid,
Then back to my pen,
The kid,
My pen,
All the while thinking how
many seconds it would take
To make
My favorite pen
jam into this kid’s
throat in order
To perform an emergency tracheotomy;
Permanently preventing him
from every pronouncing such preposterous ideas again;
(For the first time No Child
Left Behind started to actually make sense),
But then it hit me:
Sometimes it’s hard
to differentiate between the Smartass who has a question
that comes across as
“I don’t care”
Versus
The ass,
Who never
Will.
The difficulty comes in the
way of a definition;
How does one define this
student?
Is he an ass with apathy
or a SMART ass that just
needs a further explanation?
Good teachers know
that definitions are
NOT
Etched in stone
never to be altered.
Students like
Definitions
Can be changed over time
It’s all in the matter
of how you want to perceive it.
I’ve seen this before;
I myself was once that kid.
The one that was smart enough
to sit in the back of the room,
because I knew
I stank;
I didn’t participate
in class discussion
Because I knew my breath
would offend someone.
We could only run water twice
a week at home, and
We were too poor to visit
a dentist.
I shut my mouth
Despite what I knew to be
My teacher’s perception
of me:
“Kid doesn’t
take care of himself; obviously doesn’t care”
I was once the kid
That didn’t take notes
Not because I didn’t
want to
But because I couldn’t
read the board,
We couldn’t afford
glasses
“Obviously doesn’t
care”
I was once the kid
With the witty retort
Always prepared so that I
could waste time
In order for my brain to
catch up
You see
Instead of simply asking
“why?”
Which I thought would make
me look like a didn’t know;
Stupid,
I found a way to distract
By being voted class clown
four years in a row;
Smart.
Here is where teaching gets
hard;
Was my student’s reference
to Pamela Lee simply stupid?
Or was it wonderfully intelligent?
Having been a student that
was lost
A student perceived as one
that “doesn’t care”
I decided to guess towards
Smart
As making the error the other
way
Could have a never ending
destroying affect
After all where would I be
if
ONE
Teacher didn’t step
up and show me how to change?
That ability to make or break
a student
Is a fine line that must
always,
Always,
fall on the side of
MAKE.
I stand up
Time to re-explain
After all, we all have faults
sometimes I’m not the
most crystal clear
when it comes to organizing
individual letters into a sequential syntax in order to be cognitively and categorically comprehended by the adolescent mind;
Even for a speech teacher.