Saturday September 5th, 2009

The exercise:

Today's topic for our four line poems: back to school.

Sorry Kat.


Summer's quickly running out of time,
The days are growing so much shorter;
Can you hear the kids cry, scream, and whine?
Maybe we should head for the border...


g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

Ay, like you need to remind me... Although, I'm not really complaining, I'm actually quite ready to get back into the swing of things. I have a number of awesome classes to dive into, so there's a great deal of psych-age-ment there... sure, there's the onslaught of applications and paperwork and what-not that's unavoidable in senior year, but it'll all be good, I know it.
- - - - -
My brother is nervous 'bout mid-school
Though I keep telling him it's all cool
He just wants to hide, but I know he'll do fine.
His readiness, it's an unwritten rule!
- - - - -
He's partly convinced the middle school is out to get him, and that there's a middle school mafia. I've assured him that there's no such thing and that he'll do fine. If I survived it, he can too.

Greg said...

Are there no classes that the teacher actually looks forward to teaching again then? I imagine they're fairly rare, but I have to hope that there's one or two of them. Actually, thinking back, I suspect there are mostly pupils that teachers find interesting enough to want to teach again. Ah well.

I wear the grey uniform that kills my happy smile,
I sit at the table eating toast and gruel,
I pack my bag and start to walk that long mile,
It's time to go back to school.

Marc said...

g2 - it's always easier when you have a class or two to look forward to, glad to hear that's the case with you.

Starting in a new school, at the bottom of the grade rung, is always hard. I'm sure he'll be fine though :)

Greg - I think it really depends on the class composition. Kat likes teaching but it only takes a couple idiots with attitude to sour her on a class as a whole.

I think your poem perfectly suits the end of summer for most kids :)