The thing I am taking away from yesterday's class and the bad poem activity is this: We laughed. A lot. And, it was important that we did that. Laughing is release, catharsis, a big happy sigh.
Please post your poems here so that we can all enjoy them throughout the semester. Here's mine.
Descend, Descend
Bright eyes and a bushy tail turn
bloodshot and raggedy
by September's end.
We're coming' round the bend.
An autumnal trend
to spend, spend, spend
and then, in winter's hush
to mend, mend, mend.
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ReplyDeleteTalking Talking Talking Talking
Cell phone under the table
Me walking walking walking
To disable taboo texting
Me talking talking talking
Fire truck - let's get up!
GET BACK IN YOUR SEATS!
Me Question Question Question
*crickets*
Bell - a hole opening up to hell?
Things My Students Say
ReplyDelete"Yo miss, I gotchyou"
"Can I go to the bathroom, too?"
"OMG worst day ever -
My arm I want to sever"
"Why do we have to do this?"
"Miss...miss...miss...miss"
"Yo miss, it wasn't me!"
"OMG, I really have to pee"
"I really think I might die of thirst"
"OMG if I don't pee, I'll burst"
"C'mon Miss, can I have a pass?"
"WTF is the point of this class?"
All day Friday we prep for the test
ReplyDeleteEveryone listens cause they want to do their best
NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT!
But that's what I
THOUGHT, THOUGHT, THOUGHT, THOUGHT!
Until today, when some of them say:
"Oh, woe is me! I didn't know we were having a TEST today! I've never seen that studyguide IN MY LIFE! Oh- I can't deal with this assessment! By the way, when is this 'in-class on-demand task DUE anyway?"
It's raining
ReplyDeleteIt's pouring
My hair is roaring
My students don't want to be in school
be in school
be in school
They are seniors and just sit there and drool
drool
drool
All they want to do is act like a fool
What am I to do?
What am I to do?
Oops! I had lost my poem...well, misplaced it really...
ReplyDeleteMy Students
Like snowflakes they are all unique
Though most of them are little sneaks
Comin' late to my class
Actin' like they all bad ass
Meek as mouses (mouses, mouses)
But not as yucky as louses (louses, louses)
They tell me that they like my blouses (blouses, blouses)
I need to get paid soon so I can buy some houses (houses
I was just looking at these poems again, and they made me laugh so much!
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