“I love you so much. I’m sorry for everything bad I did in my life…” Megyn Kelly; Parkland Survivor
The other week I was on the phone with my grandma and we were talking about how school was going. Of course I stated everything was fine, classes were a little rough every now and then but I had everything under control. I told her about my lab days where I would work up in a middle school, and she would laugh at some of the stories. But then she got a little quiet for a minute and she asked me,
“Have you thought about what you would do about a school shooting?”
It made me think a lot. Not that I haven’t thought about it before, because as a future teacher I know you have to think about it, but I haven’t deeply thought about it before. I, as many others, always hope that it doesn’t happen, that you won’t be in “that school” that will become another statistic and end up on the news, but it does happen. It can happen. And while I have thought about it, the conversation with my grandma made me think about it again. But this time, I thought about it more deeply because in two years’ time, I am going to be that teacher who needs to protect her students at all costs if something like that does happen.
So during my conference with Cindy on Thursday, I asked her if I could extend my core teaching beliefs from what I originally had. She of course said yes, which I feel like has made this project so much easier in the long run. Maybe not easier, but there is a lot more wiggle room for manipulation in my project besides going down this long stretch of roads.
Standard testing. Gun violence. Children’s safety. Individualized learning. Lack of creativity. The possibilities are endless. I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel thankfully.
I still think I’m sticking to the route of slam poetry, because I do still feel like it’s a good idea. I’ve also given myself a little more space, not so compact, to give a little more creative freedom. I also thought about adding a second person into the slam poetry to give more depth and dynamic. The book piece is still on the table, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get the piece delivered on time and I have to find a place that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg.
Literally 50.00 for a paper back with 20 pages. That was the cheapest I could even begin to find. Who in the right mind would pay for something like that?
Just wait. It’ll be me in two weeks’ time.
Overall the poetry itself is starting to come together. I have this thin, boney structure of what you would call two poems in form coming to life. They’re still shaky. They’re still a little broken and unedited, but they’re mine. I think once they start taking an actual form and having some type of life being breathed into them, I might be able to get somewhere.
Out with the negativity, in with the positivity.
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