Shawn L. Bird

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poem- lesser children September 21, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:15 am
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For Max

.

They come

each year

the lesser children:

intelligence

lesser

body

lesser

behaviour

lesser

abilities

lesser

esteem

lesser

You look upon each one

and tell him

he is more

she is more

Be the best

because

you are the best!

You say it

and you mean it

and bit by bit

what was lesser

grows

and they believe

they are more

than their weaknesses

they are more

than society’s expectation

they are more

than their labels

They drink your words

lips tightly closed at first

but sip by sip they are filled

until they swim in the belief

that they can

be

their best.

They leave

greater

children

Because you

believe

they are.

 

school over haikus June 28, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:20 pm
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Heart tight bound again
with futile cords. Door echoes.
Yearly denouement
.

A plant can not thrive
uprooted every few months.
I am still root-less
.

How can teachers bloom?
Hopeful blossoms fight
‘gainst futility.

 

Did I miss anything? February 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:40 am
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I was a new teacher, substituting in an English class when I came across  Tom Wayman’s poem “Did I Miss Anything?”.  Every teacher hears the question several times each week as students who’ve missed a class come to see whether their grades will be impacted by their absences.  It gets frustrating.  Wayman’s poem reflects the frustration of teachers called to respond to that question.

Of course, the student missed something!  If I am doing my job properly, just knowing the task assigned is not sufficient.  It is in the preparation for the assignment and the discussion around it that the greatest learning can take place.  The opportunity to consult with peers, to explore their understanding as well as your own helps you to grow as a learner.  Of course, students miss something when they are not in class; moreover, the class misses something as well. 

Your presence improves our learning, too.  We miss you.  You miss us.

In most cases, the world will not change dramatically because a student isn’t in class, but Tom Wayman imagines a time when that could be the case.  His ironic tone matches those felt by those harried teachers who must attempt to synthesize instruction and discussion into a few seconds when they tell the student about the missing assignment while readying the class for the new lesson.

Read Tom Wayman’s poem: Did I miss anything?  The answer is, “Of course, you did!”