On this morning’s bitterly cold walk through the neighborhoods, my thoughts kept me warm. I thought about everything that I like and miss about the classroom (since Covid-19 modified the schedule). The list turned into a poem in my head and I rearranged the lines a number of times, but when it was time to sit in front of the computer and type, this is how it looked on the page.
Things I like:
Less than twelve students in my classroom,
organized and manageable cafeteria,
being the only class in the library,
small study halls (to work with kids),
a classroom not cluttered with manipulatives,
grade levels passing at the same time.
Things I miss:
crazy, chaotic cafeteria,
students in and out of library,
large, lively study halls,
manipulatives all over the classroom,
tons of kids passing in the halls.
Things that stayed exactly the same:
The sound of learning in every classroom,
delicious school lunches,
the unique smell of a middle school hallway (especially in the spring:),
teachers helping kids.
The “things that stayed exactly the same” were added during the typing of the poem. While thinking about what I like and miss about school, the thought that some things stayed the same never crossed my mind. It’s the “things that stayed exactly the same” that is giving it a sense of normalcy (albeit, a new normal:). Every line, all of it, is the reason that I enjoy going to school each and every day.