Scrubbing the Day Away

I just spent the last 3 hours grading & recording every LATE paper, along with the current homework, my scholars have given me in the last 2 days. They got a peek at their Mid-Advisory grades & realized, "Oh snap!! 6th grade is no joke!" They've also discovered their tendency to disregard the homework & advanced notice of tests on the boards should be taken a little more seriously & perhaps recorded. They didn't even have to buy their own plan books; school provided them all with their own. NO EXCUSES KIDDIES!

Being in that zone, to try to lift their little spirits with an updated view of what doing your work does for your grade, has completely destroyed my eyes tonight. But...I don't wanna see or say another kid related thing. So, I dug through the archives to find something that's the COMPLETE OPPOSITE of anything related to children--except that it could lead to some.

I give you UNTITLED:

your name keeps running thru my mind like a chant
stuck on repeat in my playlist
the sound of your voice echoes
against the walls of my thoughts
because of you
i am with fever
sweating ice sickles
i spit fire at anyone who speaks to me
who doesn't bear your face
scared they'll bleed away the image
of your smile
i resent the distance between my sky & yours
i wish for your next visit like it's my birthday
& look forward to blowing you like candles

(c) July 2009

Watch me move.