Another summer come and
gone.
Reflecting
on a Sunday evening,
Students
and teachers alike
Hope
for a school year with meaning.
I’ve set my coffee maker
timer.
And
I’m ready to motivate.
I
hope by 9:00 a.m.
That
I’m ready to communicate.
It’s year 14 for me
And I want it to be fun.
But I swear if a cell phone goes off,
That kid better run.
I’m excited to lecture, excited to write.
Will it be the same come December?
Or will Christmas come early
And turn me into a Grinch by November?
Will I change the world?
Will I be clever?
Will I at least get a red hot chili pepper
On Rate my Professor?
I hope for at least some,
My class makes a difference.
I’m sure for at least one,
We’ll be happy to say good riddance.
Some will have drama,
Others will have tears.
Some will have babies,
And some will find careers.
So here’s to another school year,
To the good and the bad,
But when you’re excited on a Sunday night,
You know this job ain’t half bad
And I want it to be fun.
But I swear if a cell phone goes off,
That kid better run.
I’m excited to lecture, excited to write.
Will it be the same come December?
Or will Christmas come early
And turn me into a Grinch by November?
Will I change the world?
Will I be clever?
Will I at least get a red hot chili pepper
On Rate my Professor?
I hope for at least some,
My class makes a difference.
I’m sure for at least one,
We’ll be happy to say good riddance.
Some will have drama,
Others will have tears.
Some will have babies,
And some will find careers.
So here’s to another school year,
To the good and the bad,
But when you’re excited on a Sunday night,
You know this job ain’t half bad
Rabbit in Red, my upcoming novel, is quite a different tale than this poem, but I'm excited to introduce you to it. Just a little over a month away!
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