Thats right people, as of this Friday we have 9 days left. It is almost over!! Wooooohoooooo!!!!
Love my students, but the time has come. I am just beat. It has been quite busy with all kinds of end of the year data and cleaning up. Jakey needs a break. I taught all last year (yes most jobs work all year but not with 18 children), then we moved(kicked my a**), and then I have had my Boogie Down Bronx experience. I feel accomplished and proud with how the year ended. Next year, a new group of children.
In my spare time, I have been hanging out indoors. Our recent NYC heatwave was unreal!! Over a 100 degree heat with humidity. In the words of Paris Hilton "Thats hot". It finally cooled off with a wicked lightning and thunder storm last night. Today is much better.
While hanging indoors, I have been researching and writing poetry. I find it very relaxing. I have started with sonnets and cinquains. I will end this blog with a couple. I also have been listening to music. If you get a chance check out the British artist, Duffy, I have really enjoyed her. She is a way better version of Amy Winehouse, minus all the drama and crack.
That is all I have for now, Peace!!
Poem #1: Inspired by class 1-100. It has been an up and down year but these kids will always hold a special place in my heart.
Wating
They sing,
Just waiting, WAITING, waiting for our world to change
Walk to school amongst the wolves
Poverty playing out in front of them
waiting, WAITING, unaware.
Trash blows, music blares, horns blow
voices carry, cars speed, their world.
A school with no walls
filled with frustrated hollers
creating a choir deafened to them by now
mouths move, eyes narrow
they drift to that place where no noise is necessary
waiting WAITING, unaware
The battle to change their setting
A visionary, a prophet needed
it must walk amongst them
coming from within
going to the core then explode
A script etched across their faces
their needs "tagged" for all to see
always a missed priority
and them...
waiting, WAITING, unaware
They sing,
waiting, WAITING on their world to change
Walk to school amongst the wolves.
They sing,
Just waiting, WAITING, waiting for our world to change
Walk to school amongst the wolves
Poverty playing out in front of them
waiting, WAITING, unaware.
Trash blows, music blares, horns blow
voices carry, cars speed, their world.
A school with no walls
filled with frustrated hollers
creating a choir deafened to them by now
mouths move, eyes narrow
they drift to that place where no noise is necessary
waiting WAITING, unaware
The battle to change their setting
A visionary, a prophet needed
it must walk amongst them
coming from within
going to the core then explode
A script etched across their faces
their needs "tagged" for all to see
always a missed priority
and them...
waiting, WAITING, unaware
They sing,
waiting, WAITING on their world to change
Walk to school amongst the wolves.
Poems 2 and 3: A couple attempts at Cinquain.
HOPE
constant necessary
uplifting comforting unyielding
between my thoughts and logic
belief
CHANGE
rocky uneven
winding freeing releasing
to follow ones heart to awareness
peace
constant necessary
uplifting comforting unyielding
between my thoughts and logic
belief
CHANGE
rocky uneven
winding freeing releasing
to follow ones heart to awareness
peace
Thanks, me
