Inspired to Teach: Long time no paycheck...

Monday, September 21, 2009

Long time no paycheck...

Dang, been a while since I've posted anything. Back to school and football season tend to rearrange and readjust our schedules quite a bit. I'm coaching for 2 teams, the 5-7 yr old flag football and the 10-13 yr old Jr Midget boys, so evenings and Saturdays are full. Thanks to my wonderful hairdresser wife and her teacher clients, I've been kept fairly busy subbing, mostly 1st (oh, the nose picking! the thumb sucking! and yes, the nose picking and thumb sucking at the same time with the same hand!) and 3rd grade. Love it. Like the material better in 3rd, but the little ones are so small and cute!

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Anonymous said...: Hello! I'm just checking in, lamenting the small nose pickers....

SOOOO happy to be in 4/5th this year. I'm glad you're getting sub positions though (in any grade). :); October 6, 2009 at 4:49 PM

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Praise Song for the Day

Elizabeth Alexander

Inauguration Poem 2009

Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other,
catching each other’s eyes or not,
about to speak or speaking.

All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din,
each one of our ancestors
on our tongues.

Someone is stitching up a hem,
darning a hole in a uniform,
patching a tire, repairing
the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music
somewhere, with a pair of
wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son
wait for the bus.
A farmer considers
the changing sky.
A teacher says,
Take out your pencils. Begin.

We encounter each other in words,
words spiny or smooth,
whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads
and highways that mark the will
of some one and then others,
who said I need to see
what’s on the other side.

I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place
where we are safe.
We walk into that
which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks,
raised the bridges,

picked the cotton and the lettuce,
built brick by brick
the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean
and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle,
praise song for the day.
Praise song for every
hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.

Some live by love thy neighbor
as thyself, others by
irst do no harm or take no more
than you need.
What if the mightiest word is love?

Love beyond marital,
filial, national,
love that casts a widening
pool of light,
love with no need
to pre-empt grievance.

In today’s sharp sparkle,
this winter air,
any thing can be made,
any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim,
on the cusp,

praise song for walking forward
in that light.

I know it's probably copyright infringement, and I promise I'll teach my students to never, ever plagiarize, but these are awesome words-- probably just the weight and emotions of the day, but didn't you feel she was speaking directly to you?

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