Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers.
There's a lot to celebrate - that's true pumpkin spice, red leaves fall, sweater weather - just to name a few. But the air is still -- slightly sticky. I'm feeling annoyed and more than a little bit picky. My complaints vary -- and that's the truth From the bear in my neighborhood to the mistreatment of youth. I can't keep quiet, for instance about a certain adult who can't see my child's brilliance. She tells him his art is a mistake And he gets sent out of the room if he speaks up to that flake. I know I'm sounding brutal but my kindness -- thus far it just seems so futile. So I'm done being nice -- for now I need to speak up and get my points across somehow. And there are more complaints to be spoken About grading, and time, and --- Listen, I'm rhyming not joking. I know my next complaint -- it isn't proper It deals with Data, and how we need to put in the stopper! "Too much data!" -- I want to scream Let's stop the madness and wake up from this rigorous dream. The children in my classroom aren't data points for you Their each and every word and action aren't plots or lines or graphs to do. Please let them be - let them read! Let them write, and make mistakes too, work and play is what they need! Now, of course I know - I hope you understand That there are things I have to do things the state has planned. And obviously I must be sure to mention That assessments help me check in with kids and give the proper things attention. But data for data, is a pet peeve of mine If it isn't friendly and useful then, It was a waste of our time. Worst complaint of all? --I can't finish this piece I'm complaining too slowly because I keep falling asleep. I think it's because I'm busy, you see Teaching, parenting, parenting, teaching leaves little time for sleeping for me. I hear your thoughts, dear reader of mine Maybe she should shush down, go to sleep and then all will be fine. Fine. Goodnight.
2 thoughts on “A slice of complaining”
While this may seem like a rant on complaining, I found it perfectly delightful to read!
Data for data is of no use
It’s just numbers.
Sorry I didn’t rhyme.