Expressing The Moment

[morethings5]

Hello everyone.  It's really too late for me to be fussing about poetry and making LiveJournal posts, but I was thinking earlier today about how much more capable I've been lately of making art about my current life, rather than my past, and I wrote this poem a few days ago and have been mentally resisting cleaning it up and posting it.  Matt, I

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[lightgamer]

Sublime. I remember having similar thoughts during my own training last summer.

[marigumi]

We had a fire drill at the school I subbed at today, and as I was watching the teachers counting the students to make sure they were all there, I was suddenly struck by how terrifying it would be if it was an actual fire and you couldn't find one of your students. So yeah, this poem is a little more real now.

[morethings5]

I'm... glad, I think. The kid-count is definitely one of the most nerve-wracking moments in a teacher's day. Maybe I'll write a poem about it. I remember one time I was taking some kids out for a walk with like three or four less-experienced teachers with me, and we had a huge number of kids. We were playing outside Shapiro, and I took some kids inside to get water, and while I was inside one of the lead teachers came by and took a kid back to the main classroom, and nobody had been communicating this fact I guess, because when I came back I asked where the kid was and NO ONE COULD TELL ME. Someone said that the lead teacher had been around, and that "maybe" the kid had gone back with her, but no one could confirm it. So I sent someone back to the main room to find out, and she doesn't come back for like 10 minutes, so I had so send someone ELSE (bringing me to like 2 teachers for 18 kids), and it turns out the first girl had found out she was there but stopped at the bathroom before coming back to tell me where the missing kid