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My (really awful) Poem About Advocating For Students

I'm really bad at writing poems, especially if they are supposed to convey a deeper meaning. What I want to bring across is how I want to be a positive role model in kid's lives and get them excited to come to class. I want to make my class fun, and have really fun discussions about texts as well as learn how to write your own texts! (Essays, poems, short stories, etc.)

I remember sitting in class, dreading every minute of it.
Why am I supposed to be interested in a subject that bores me to tears?
"You'll use this in real life" my math teachers always said.
I think they forgot that calculators exist.
But with literature class, I always looked forward to it.
I liked discussing opinions and having fun,
Our teacher knew how to make the class enjoyable.
Our class environment was really friendly and supportive,
Which is something I hope to bring in my future classroom.

Like I said, my poetry skills are not the best. This is the best I could come up with in the short period of time.

Comments

  1. You know what I love about this poem so much Mudita? I love how honest you are in your struggles in writing it! It reminds me of the pose, wobble, flow of our UGP; this would have made an excellent reflection for the UGP! I appreciate how honest you are about how difficult this poem was for you to create; your future students are going to appreciate that transparency! Also, your poem is not terrible at all! It is relatable and puts you straight into the mindset of a student. Great work!

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  2. I wholeheartedly agree with Unknown's comment above. It was hard for me to read my not to perfect poem in class, too. I keep learning as a teacher that it's a heckuva lot easier to ask your *students* to be vulnerable than it is easy for you to be vulnerably in front of them yourself. How will you model vulnerability for your students?

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