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| Posters I have up in my classroom |
A Wiff of High School
A knock, knock joke
that keeps revolving
Relationships of he-said-she-said, so, involving
Fire alarms blaring in
the middle of a lesson
What made it go off anybody’s guess is
The questions about directions,
Are they sincere or
just deflections?
Troubled minds with
more than one should carry
Whispering secrets that
are rather scary
Laughter rings through
the halls
As friends banter with
a whoop and call
Recognition of who is
out and who is in
Sometimes it makes
everyone’s heads spin
It is a place that leaves
a mark
It can be a mixture of
light and dark
As a teacher, I am mostly
an observer,
Leading my students
with valiant fervor
Wishing them the best
years are before them
That they can keep at
least one good gem
Which they will shine, but not put in a shrine
Taking it out from
time to time
Gazing into the
magnificence of youth
Strengths of learning
about their own self-truth
What is, was, and
could be
Studying how they were
or decided to flee
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| My high school graduation |
Who they were with or
didn’t get to know
The family of origin
or who they chose
“Who’s there?” you ask
Core memories from the
past
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