My
Worst Fears Realized
The
dog barks.
Glancing
at the clock, I’ve missed the alarm!
I
have forty-five minutes to get to the school on time.
Running
around the house like
a
chicken with my head cut off.
I
throw on the outfit I laid out, that the cat slept on.
Grabbing
my lesson plans I realize
the
dog has whizzed
on
my lesson plans!
My
toast pops up
it’s
burnt, but I have no time to make new.
Finally
getting out the door, I realize
My
tire is flat.
It’s
a good thing my dad taught me how to change a tire.
Driving
like a crazy person, I make it to school on time.
Getting
to the classroom,
I
remind myself not to get too close to the pee lesson plans.
Students
are entering the classroom, I’ve realized
that
my students may hate me.
I
make them work bell to bell
constantly
checking their work and discussing
answers
to make sure that they understood what I taught them.
While
answering a question, I bend down to get level with the student.
RIP
This
sound terrifies me, but I know that my worst fear has come true.
I
have ripped my pants,
In
front of the rowdiest bunch of kids I have.
It’s
a good thing I keep a spare change of clothes in the car.
Time
flies by.
Lunch
has rapidly drawn near.
As
I enjoyed the quiet, peaceful moments in my classroom
my
students draw near with lunch time stories,
“He ate 15 oranges! It was ridiculous!!”
Hoping that particular student was not in my
room as they all entered from the hall.
The joking continues in the room.
I realize that “orange boy” was in the room with
us
when his reward for winning the orange eating
contest
was the classroom humiliation due to the orange mess
he vomited
all over the floor and one of the schools copy
of The Diary of Anne Frank.
I believed the day could not have gotten worse.
Finally getting to return home,
I receive two pieces of mail.
One telling me I have failed my PRAXIS exam.
The other piece of mail is the
only job offer I have received.
The teaching job in South Dakota.
I take a deep breath, count to ten slowly.
Finally deciding that I just need to crawl back
under the covers.
I think I’m going to try it all over again
tomorrow.
Thank you for sharing this poem. I really loved how in depth you went and the detail you put into it. I like how RIP sounds like Rest in Peace for your pants but also ripping sounds. Super awesome. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteMrs. Roseberry,
ReplyDeleteI truly enjoyed reading your poem. Your poem reflects many of my fears! I love how you visualized the chicken with its head cut off. Very gruesome, but very true in our profession. I love how much I can relate to this poem, and hopefully these fears will remain in your poem!
Mrs. Roseberry,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your poem. I hope that we will never have to endure such a horrendous day. that being said, I have had some crazt student teaching nightmares so far this semester that sounded similar! I had not thought about keeping a change of clothes in the car but now I will. I like how you highlighted teaching bell to bell. It's hard some days, especially Fridays. As much as it reflects my fears, I know that we will have many more good days than bad.
Thanks,
Andrew
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ReplyDeleteMrs. Roseberry,
DeleteWhat a wonderful read. I enjoyed your honest representation. From the beginning, you captured my attention. I think almost everyone can relate to the morning routine fiasco. This happens to me at least three times a week and I have been doing this for eight years.
I am especially fond of the transition between making your students work bell to bell and the RIP of the pants. The double meaning is hilarious. This, along with the other humor though out the poem, makes the reader relate to and feel the gravity of the situation. The 15 oranges part was especially funny, yet tragic. Poor Anne Frank.
Hang in there. You will pass your test and get a job. Everything happens for a reason. Best of luck in this adventure.
Mrs. Quincy