'Twas the night before school, when all through the house
not a teacher was sleeping, just clicking the mouse
The school bag was packed by the door with great care
In hopes that tomorrow the kids would be fair
The students were home all worried with fright
That I, their teacher, would put up a fight
When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter
Because the Principal said school that doesn't matter!
not a teacher was sleeping, just clicking the mouse
The school bag was packed by the door with great care
In hopes that tomorrow the kids would be fair
The students were home all worried with fright
That I, their teacher, would put up a fight
When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter
Because the Principal said school that doesn't matter!
Yep, I wrote this poem the night before the first day of school instead of: sleeping, planning, showering, reading, preparing, working, etc. It was worth it.
1 comment:
I love it. It was amazing and oh so true! I miss you. All those yayhoos are lucky to have you as a teacher. Oh now I think I might go cry.
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