Nov
14
When I’m sick …
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I’m not sure if this should be filed under Teaching or Writing, but needless to say, it wasn’t a good day.
When I’m sick, I get cranky
I want to reach for a hanky,
Or maybe a whip
Instead of a quip
To deal with unruly students.
My tolerance it’s waning.
I know I’m complaining.
But please tell me why –
Or I’ll start to cry –
Why I’m still dealing with unruly students?
Tell me quick ‘fore I snap.
Why I can’t whap
The side of the heads
(God, I want to go back to bed)
Of my bothersome unruly students?
Nov
14
A fall day
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Leaves wafting
from blushing branches
Skitterings in the leaf piles
Delighted peals
Frustrated groans
Rakes once again at the ready
Honks headed south
Burrowing deep
Crunchy white at dawn
Smoky scent
Bus stop drones
Bemoaning
Silent nights
Flakes forthcoming