What Crosses My Mind

  • Next Chapter on the Stage

    Inspired by LitaDoolan – https://wordpress.com/reader/users/litadoolan Well, I think I’ll speak a little about theatre. My tenure just ended at a small school south of the cities. I began there three years ago and I’ve been through quite a bit in that time. Some people might not last as long as I did. At the beginning,…

  • The Show Goes On

    Three years ago I took a job with a small school to run their theater department. Seemed perfect, I was the boss of my own company, I made all the decisions. What happened is exactly what one would wish did not, and I was relatively stuck. I was taking a job in a place where…

  • I Teach While Learning

    There is a humbling reality while we try to understand how our own brevity can impact our command ~ Last night I dropped acid on textbooks in minutia my anger erupted an acrid forced freedom in Ischia ~ We can so easily fall away the choices will fuel martyrdom I remember that one day, I felt…

  • If Not For That

    We wake to the morning asking for our soul, at least for a few hours, protect the innocent, that sort of thing that eats away, asks you with a constant urgency. Do you have to be that way, could you maybe perhaps try it another way. Does it always have to be, the way you…

  • Who Do We Serve?

    I open my curtains and the light shatters the room with brilliance, such is the life of a teacher on opening day of the school year. Fresh minds invade the quiet peace of a marble castle only to gradually tear down the mortar slivered throughout walls of academic prowess. These are our children, these are…

  • Watch Me Unravel

    I stand before you with all the humanity I can possibly muster, yet, I will be sure to cover it up with some facade of well being. ~ I realize we must bring to our students the best of our wares, and while doing so, I will need to be a guiding mentor indeed. ~…

  • Standards and Values

    oh to delineate the mix of passions, when all the heads converge in mourning, the start of their own quiet circus, to be revealed upon the main stage. ~ Theirs is a craft unlike any other, a territorial nirvana perhaps in eyes solo to the universe. Nearby, questions always remain, tamed in discretion. ~ What…

  • A Teacher’s Lament

    Where to now the speaker suggests, wondering how to run away, or perhaps the willingness to stay is stronger than any of their behests. ~ We live lives mapped on calendars those we glance to progress trying to maximize less all in the nature of being their mentors. ~ How quickly we notice the summer…

  • A Conversation (prose)

    I went to lunch with a friend today and we got onto the subject of coping skills. We’re both teachers and we encounter a lot of teenagers on a regular basis, most of which carry a lot of baggage into the classroom each day. There are times when we truly do not get the full…

  • We Are Teachers

    We spend our days Walking hallways Saying hello Being mellow, In the eyes of our young minds, In the hopes they might unwind The tension that drives their soul The gathering storm of the coming lull. ~ Yet they are not aware While challenges that dare Welcome their human nature That demands they be mature…