What was it for you?
A fellow teacher and friend of mine posted this last night on Facebook, and I felt I needed to share it here. You may have seen variations of this on the web or in one of those emails that tend to end up in your inbox that has been forwarded hither and yon.
My friend tells me she changed a few things here and there to match her own situation.
I say BRAVO!.....and may everyone involved in education from the board office to the bus drivers have a most wonderful year!!!
T'was the night before school starts
And all through the place,
Not a smile was seen
On any teacher’s face.
Our bags were all stuffed
With tea bags and glue,
And rulers and pencils
With erasers to chew.
Mournfully we
All crawled into bed to sleep tight,
But we know that the good life is way out of sight.
Then the hubby cames in whistling
And kissed me goodnight,
With a bright cheery voice
That didn't seem right.
The night dragged on slowly
I just couldn't sleep,
For fear that my students
Would all be real creeps.
Or maybe Principal Pollard
Would give me a shove,
Or even more evil things
Than I could think of.
When from in the next room
There arose such a clamber,
When my husband starts yelling,
"I'm free 'till next summer!"
This must be a plot
By conspiring foes,
Who just want a break
While they pamper their toes.
Oh, must I go through it?!
How can I go on?
I want to escape
Run off to Saigon!
Ten months is too long
To suffer through school
The class is so rough
And students so cruel.
"Come Donald! Come Conner!
Come Henry VanStation!
Come up to the board,
Do your multiplication!"
"And Julie, stop talking!
And Jimmy, wake up!
And Mary, right now,
Don't you make me say shut-up!
And so every year
About this same time,
I lie in bed sleepless
And just moan and whine.
Until morning comes,
And I hear my hubby say,
"Good luck with your school!
And have a nice day!"
6 comments:
Hi! Our school starts in 3 weeks, and I can't believe it! My planbook is almost complete through the end of the first quarter, and I won't go farther than that just yet, because you never know! I used to tell my students we'd all learn to be Gumby; I stopped saying that -- it just makes me feel old.
Even though I'm not a teacher, I loved that poem!
Also, I just wanted to let you know I sent you an email. I hope it didn't go to spam!
Miss Melissa, that flexibility thing just does with the territory of teaching, doesn't it? If it is not the kids or the parents you bend for it's the administrators and politicians. :)
Thanks for visiting, Trish. I'll look for that email and let you know.
Hey you shared this poem here, i always love it.
Thanks for sharing this here...
I hope you have a Great year teaching them students of yours! Be happy and stay healthy!
A fun poem for all of us teachers....the parents, however, using this humorous poem:
Twas the night before school started,
When all through the town,
The parents were cheering.
It was a riotous sound!
By eight, kids were washed
And tucked into bed...
When memories of homework...filled them with dread!
New pencils, new folders, new notebooks, too!
New teachers, new friends...their anxiety grew!
The parents just giggled when they learned of this fright
And shouted upstairs-...
GO TO BED-IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT!
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