My new night class started yesterday (the one bright bit of my day). And here are things a few students wrote at the end of class during ‘reflections’ time:
It felt good writing these poems because it expresses my thoughts and feelings.¹
Stacie is really nice and jolly.²
Stacie is kind and patient and responsible.
I think you are a very cool person. I’ve never had a teacher who made me want to learn.
Thank you for letting me be in your class again. It feels good to learn with you again.
I needed that. It does nothing about the ugly wheel that was set in motion yesterday, but it feels good all the same. I’m surprised by which people said which things. And not surprised, too. We had a good start last night, and had fun tonight. A nice way to get the new term off the ground.
Tonight’s tanka is for them:
students in my class
each one new, closed, hesitant
will they stay all spring
we are at the first moment
testing the water lightly
¹ We were writing … you guessed it … tanka (and haiku — I don’t have a completely one-track mind). This student got the forms right away and wrote two excellent poems: a tanka about his girlfriend and a haiku about why he likes to smoke weed. No. Really. I had five poems tonight about marijuana. Two other students each wrote two poems about it. How wild is that? Not like them smoking is a surprise to me. It seems to be half the school’s favorite thing to do. But no one’s every written poetry about it before!
² Jolly?! Am I at all jolly? I don’t mean yesterday or today, but in general. Fox, Mopsy: does anyone ever think of me as … jolly?