I proctored part one of the English Regents exam today. Three hours of ennui, perched on a desk, while the entire eleventh grade (and a few seniors, for good measure) slaved away. Too bad they won't get to take part two tomorrow, due to the major whuppin' Mother Nature is about to dish out. (My school is notorious for snow days. I'm surprised the call hasn't come tonight.)
Anyway, to stem my boredom during such proctoring assignments, I occasionally jot down poems to pass the time. Like this one, about a fictitious student:
Her head on the desk,
energy drink by her side--
irony's portrait.
Or this one, which indicates that my mind has wandered a couple of calendar pages and a few miles further into the country:
A country road: bikes
on parade as blossoms fall--
nature's confetti.
The longer I teach, the less I believe in tests... Let's call this "Part 1 of 2":
Snow tomorrow--this
exam won't count. Dig those holes,
then fill them back up.
There. I feel better. Hey, don't argue with nature. Happy hibernating.
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