It’s that time of year… back to school. I remember those days–the new Trapper Keeper, the smell of a new text book–the nervous tumble in my stomach as I wondered if I’d like my teachers… Now, I see my children play out this back-to-school ballet. They can barely hold still, they’re so excited.
I have a funny, semi-autobiographical poem on one school experience to share–perhaps some of you can relate.
“The Fall” by Sara Marie Allen
Walking fast to beat the bell,
Running now, I tripped and fell.
I bruised my knee so bad I cried—
Embarrassed, I just died inside.
But now that I was late for class
The teacher said, “You need a pass!”
The Dean and I, we had a talk—
And, so, I told her of my walk.
Laughing, she just signed a pass,
And limping, I walked back to class.
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