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We went back from spring break today. It was also a two-hour delay. As I’m learning, breaks from school make us forget. Procedures need reviewed, we need a routine reset. I get it, I do. I need a reset too.
But, even though I’m not surprised it’s hard not to roll my eyes. Like, can I be more blunt? A line is where someone’s behind you, and someone’s in front
I’m sure you will agree There’s not that many good reasons to interrupt me and please, in general pick a better time a non direction-giving time to sharpen your pencil.
I’m glad you are done, or think you are done (or are wondering what you are supposed to do) or need some one on one. I know waiting is tough, you’ve had enough. I get, I do. I need a reset too.
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More Spring Break, Please: A Limerick
There once was a teacher at home For spring break she did not roam She did a few chores instead watched Gilmore Girls and read ”Just one more week!” she pled.
A Teacher on Break: A Clerihew
A teacher on break Has so much at stake There’s only one week to fill So instead of chores, she chills!
Short Spring Break: A Than-Bauk
I did not know Break was so short But, oh! It was
Last day: AMonostich
this day, this Friday, is the last day before the two day weekend, then school.
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Today I happened upon a large group of leaf blowers like actual men, with leaf blowers on their backs It was a huge pack I don’t know if that’s what you call a large group of leaf blowers a pack so I look up different collective nouns for animals and I wonder what this group would be called
to help decide you must picture this large group of men, with leaf blowers on their backs clouds of decomposed leaf dust surrounding them leaking into the street even with the leaves not yet wrangled there in the street too they barely slowed when I drove by and I wondered if they would just blow the brown dust all over my car or in it or perhaps blow my van away it was a very large group of leaf blowing men, so I don’t now how much power that many leaf blowers have!
I’m not sure if pack is the right term for this group maybe a parade, like elephants or a flight, like insects a school, like dolphins Let’s remember they were singularly focused, and on my brief driving by encounter, I did not encounter much consideration
so maybe a band, like gorillas a conspiracy, like lemurs or an army, like ants makes the most sense certainly not a parliament, like owls or a charm, like finches
They startled my landscape so I wanted to snap a picture of the gang, like elk, of these leaf blowers but by the time I drove by again they had disappeared, as if never there as if I had imagined them like a leap of leopards a skulk of foxes a murder of crows a scurry of squirrels a deceit of lapwings and all they left was a large pile of dead leaves and twigs in their wake
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Guilt. I wonder what it feels like to have Real Guilt Capitalized on purpose Guilt Betrayed your family Guilt Cheated on your wife Guilt Committed a crime Guilt
it’s bad enough to have sitting on the couch guilt. did I work enough on Sunday guilt ordered take out for dinner again guilt didn’t take the dog on a second walk guilt
baby guilt lower case guilt is enough guilt for me
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I want to make a point, or at least an analogy so I close my eyes what story could I tell from today from 10 years ago from second grade?
Or rather what story could I share because I have plenty to tell that email that conversation that canceled meeting
Today we cried about a drink carrier it was the one from our first coffees in our first home
Endings are beginnings and all that jazz so why do I hear The Doors This is the end Beautiful Friend The end?
In other news, I watched a Kindergarten class cheer for a friend after he read good Job! they said we love you! and I thought to myself wow kids really get how to take care of each other
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Are You Supposed to Like, Write?
wait are you supposed to write when you’re like angry? I forget sometimes weird, since it’s been so many times, asking for you to read between the lines
should I speak frankly? or wait until I’m less cranky? like if I feel I don’t know like betrayed (not the affair charade) being played while others watch the masquerade there’s disquiet should I be quiet?
should I button my lips wait for the bag of tricks to pass? what if like the person who wronged me reads what I write about them? then they’d know what they like did what I condemn what then?
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This morning my son went to get us Starbucks’s. I mean, he drove. I paid. That’s how things work around here. “Should I order on my phone or yours?” He said, like some sort of master negotiator
When he got back he was sorry to be late he had seen a bear cross the street, tried to follow it a bit, lost sight as it sauntered into the trees by the bus stop.
“I guess. . . Make a lot of noise when you go to the bus,” I said because we are not afraid of bears here I mean, it’s not like a man was running towards the bus stop
I left my Starbucks refresher for later carried my dry laundry upstairs thought about how I should have taken the dog’s barks more seriously last night instead of telling him okay, yelling at him to chill out about the neighbor’s cat oops
After my shower I proudly started to put my clothes away in the closet like I imagine real grown-ups do in the morning before school before school! I imagine those real grown-ups might not scream for their 17 year old when a creepy crawly bazillion leg bug crawls out of the pants they are about to fold But I did I screamed then told myself I can do this I can do this I can do this I don’t need a husband Who probably wouldn’t have helped anyway I can catch this thing in something something something I need something I turned to find that something something something there must be something on my dresser
I’m not a bug squasher, not a bug killer I’m more catch and release less murder
But when I turned back around the bug was gone – he will never know how nice I was going to be but now, I thought… I’ll write it, even though I don’t want to That bug had to be somewhere in my bed I yelled for my son to come help me again “Bring a vacuum or we have to sell our house!”
I tried to carefully shake the blankets my dog looked at me confused my cat ran under the bed my son warned me to be careful! you might touch it! it’s going to jump out of there! I didn’t get far in my quest it was time to go to school
So later I will decide Strip the bed, vacuum, look in every cranny or sleep on the couch?
Lucky for me help must be on the way because after school I found not the bug but the boys’ wanted poster they must have made before catching the bus HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BUG? LAST SEEN: MOM’S PANTS So although it may be true that apparently we are more scared of bugs than bears here we also know how to laugh in the face of fear and make clever wanted posters
It’s April, and I’ve been writing poetry …all month! Thanks to Ethical ELA for all the great prompts and inspirations!
On a Thought 