My palms are sweaty
My lips are chapped
I don't know what I'm doing
But there's no looking back
I'm a mixture, a mut
Melded peer-ness and superiority
I'm the center of attention,
But I don't have authority
Because I gotta follow the rules
Of the real teacher and the game:
The government expectations
And equalization that it claims
So, I carry my lesson plans
With its standardized ideals
In my backpack... no briefcase!
This false security reveals
That as I remember my textbooks,
Wondering what I actually gained
From four years of classes
Theories, papers, dates, and names
I know nothing! nothing!
My mind draws a blank
I feel like this "education"
Was an April fool's prank
So I look to my future
There's no looking back
My palms are still sweaty
My lips are still chapped
Heather! This is awesome! You're such a talented writer. Seriously, it's amazing so please never stop. I'm pretty sure I'm going to print this out and keep it with me my first day of student teaching...actually I should just keep it in my purse throughout the whole semester. I love that you did something so creative with a common fear that I'm sure a lot of us have. It's hard to imagine how it will feel to be in complete control of our own classrooms. I like that you mentioned the "real" teacher world because it is clearly something we talk about during class, but it really might be a struggle. I hope that we can take all of these ideas and all this enthusiasm and actually put it to use next year. Great way to articulate something so common and scary in such a creative way! I love it!
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