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
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
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
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!
Coincidence or not, I don’t know. But, I’ve been asking my friend Mardi for more signs. It’s been awhile since she’s sent one, and I read a book about asking for signs, so I asked.
“More hummingbirds, please.” I think that’s how I said it.
I mean, it might have just been me thinking, “Hummingbirds” and then thinking about her rolling her eyes at me… Because hummingbirds is crazy for March, and Mardi loved to roll her eyes at me.
“Come on, Mardi.” I thought in her general direction – up I guess, right? “Take on the challenge! I mean, if any spirit can show a hummingbird sign in March, it’s you. I have faith.”
I tried to be patient – forgot about my request for a bit and then the other day I thought about it again, wondering if maybe I was asking for a ridiculous thing.
Then today it was time to return a cart of poetry books that our kids had used. I hadn’t looked at them in awhile, and the other class had sticky noted them. So I needed to take the sticky notes out before returning the books. I mostly just took the sticky notes out without paying attention.
But then I opened one of the books to the sticky noted page, and there were the hummingbirds. The poem was sad, and also about something that has been on my mind.
I read the poem, snapped a picture, and whispered, “Thanks, Mardi.”
For some reason I didn’t take a picture of the book this was in, but I will try to find out. I think it may have been from a book full of hummingbird poems!
On a Thought 