Monthly Archives: April 2025

Where I’m From – Teacher Edition

poetry, Reflections on teaching

Where are you from, Ms. Gabriel?

I am from right after purple dittos
I am from transparencies, overhead projectors,
vis-a-vis markers
I am from a TV wheeled in,
vhs tapes, filmstrips even
I am from a desktop computer,
taking students to the computer lab
I am from clip art, ClarisWorks, AppleWorks, Intaglio
until none of it worked
I am from quickmail, email, make sure you check all the mail
I am from colored cards of standards
bookshelves full of resources
chart stands full of seasonal songs
written with Mr. Sketch on manilla tagboard
I am from interdisciplinary units
Land of Make Believe
Voyage of the Mimi
Lesson plans copied by hand into a steno pad
I am from painting, coloring, cutting and gluing
I am from Stinky Cheese Man and the Math Curse
The birth of Harry Potter, and later
Hunger Games and Twilight
I am from workshop and choice and
students should have a voice
Do I even have to mention
I am from, of course, differentiation
I am from having time for real learning
I am from childhood is a journey not a race
I am from Y2K and even decades later,
I am from the songs from my childhood
like the one Whitney Houston sang the year I was born
I am from I believe Children are our future

It’s April, I’m writing poetry. Today inspired by the prompt on Ethical ELA: Where I’m From Again

Write from Scars not Wounds

poetry

We watched Fiddler on the Roof tonight
I knew all the songs because you used to sing them
a long time ago

Memories are fine
a scar not a wound

When Golde and Tevye were singing
Do you love me
I wondered
Is it better to love then not
or to not then love?

Wondering is fine
a scar not a wound

It was a High School production
their closing night
the seniors cried at curtain call
I probably cried at my senior curtain call

Crying is fine
a scar not a wound

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It’s April! I’m writing poetry! Today’s inspiration comes from Ethical ELA Scars

My Van

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My van has taken us across the country,
west and also south.
It’s climbed the million dollar highway, driven through the Mojave dessert and of course, back to our house.
It helped me take my daughter away to school.
In the fall it will carry my son to college too.
With all it’s done for me, all the places we have gone…
You’d think I’d clean it more.

It’s April, so I’m writing poetry. Today, inspiration from EthicalELA – Oh – the Places You’ll Go!

Grouchy

poetry, Slice of Life

This slice if part of the Tuesday Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol25. I’m slicing as many Tuesdays as I can. Thanks for stopping by! It’s also April! That means poetry. Poetry is my favorite.

I tried to research a grouchy poem format. But, I couldn’t find one. So I decided to make my own. It could work with other feeling words, I’m sure. But right now I am very grouchy. Don’t take it too seriously though, writing it was fun.

I am feeling grouchy
and that rhymes with slouchy
which makes sense, especially when I’m
sitting on the couch-y

I am feeling grumpy
and that rhymes with frumpy
which makes sense, especially when its
all so Trump-y.

I am feeling irritable
and that rhymes with uncharitable
which makes sense, especially when life
isn’t really editable

I am feeling snappish
and that rhymes with brattish
which make sense when happy
seems to vanish

I am feeling bitchy
and that rhymes with witchy
which makes sense when days
make me so twitchy

I am feeling snarky
and that rhymes with malarkey
which makes sense when life
ain’t really a party