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From the Bottom of my Cart

It’s Tuesday! Time for Slice of Life over at Two Writing Teachers! Plus, it’s April! So I’m writing poetry!

Dear Grocery Clerk,
I didn’t want to be a jerk
So I watched in silence
didn’t threaten violence
when you slowly bagged
what didn’t need to be bagged
and stuffed the bag
into the bottom of my cart

I didn’t have my reusables
and this was inexcusable
so you bagged with hate
I’m not here to debate
but could you not consolidate?
Did you have to bag while so irate?
It’s fine, 4 bags for 20 cents was my fate
The extra two in the bottom of my cart

It was so windy outside
I swear I almost cried
As the cart started to roll
It was so hard to control
I pulled, and I pulled the stuffed bag
The 5-cent brown bag
The I didn’t need a fourth one bag
from the bottom of my cart


Where I’m From – Teacher Edition

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

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

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


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

Dramatic Trash


This slice is part of 
of the March Slice of Life Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol25. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!

I woke up around 5:45, and realized I was hearing my son taking out the garbage. At first I was sure this must have meant he never went to bed. A bunch of guys were over last night, and they didn’t have school today, so whatever.

But when I went downstairs and asked him, he said, “Nope. I told you I’d wake up at normal time and take out the trash. So I did.”

He even took all the trash out of the old trash can to put in the new trash can.

Yea. We have new trash cans, a new trash service actually, and it’s been a lot of drama about this new refuse collection. To be honest, it’s been annoying. A new service so you need a new trash can, and they promise it’s cheaper, but it doesn’t seem like that. And oh, you have to choose which trash can you want based on size. If you don’t choose, the large bin will be assigned to you. Your bill will be dependent on what bin size you choose, but you should probably get the big one anyway because anything outside of the trash can is going to cost extra, and by the way no more bulk trash, but you can get something extra picked up 4 times a year. But wait, is that four times or four things. And by the way don’t put your trash can out until the April 1st weekly collection but we will deliver it way earlier than that.

As I drove away this morning, I laughed to myself about all the drama of these stupid trash cans.

I texted my neighbor when I came home a month or so ago and saw the trash can had been dropped off in my driveway. It was confusing because I had just too many trash cans.

“Are we supposed to put these out?”

She sent me a picture of the tag which I hadn’t really read. Use it April 1st. Not before.

Okay. I will follow directions. So I stored the new trash can until today.

If I hadn’t been rushing this morning I would have stopped to take a picture of my new trash can on its first day at work. I thought about the funny signs I could have it hold up.

When I got home after school, I started to take my new trash can back in the garage, noticing that my son had already put the old trash can away, leaving space for the new trash can. I wondered if the new giant trash can would fit where the old one fit. I wondered when I could stop thinking about this stupid new trash can.

Then I realized it was still full.

I texted my neighbor.

“Did they pick up your trash?”

And then like a movie montage, I figured it out.

It’s March 31. The old trash truck came and wouldn’t pick up the new bin. The new trash truck doesn’t come until next week, after April 1, so no. . . it is not yet time to stop thinking about this new trash can drama.

I took the dog for a walk and noticed other people had the new trash cans out. I’m glad to not be so alone in my embarrassment.

Lucky for me when I checked the mail, I got the bill for the new trash collection, and an included flyer that reminded me to Begin to use your new cart on Tuesday, April 1. Do not use your cart before then.

Good to know.

Good to know.