©2010 Sara Holbrook, Zombies! Evacuate the School!
All Rights Reserved Boyds Mills Press
TWO MORE DAYS?
TWO
MORE DAYS!
It's not the last day. It's not the first. It's not the 100th, President's Day, Valentine's Day or even crazy sock day. Everyone from the bus drivers to the kids to the teachers and the class hamster is worn out. The pencils have exhausted their points and take home notebooks are just barely holding it together.
What do you do for the SECOND to the last day of school? Grandson Dan told me at his school, the kids get to teach the teachers, so I shared a poem for him to teach. Every poem holds a built in mini-lesson!
Two
more days of school,
of
lockers slamming in the hall,
of
"class please find your seat,"
and
"turn your chairs to the back wall."
Then,
no more
who
sat where at lunch,
no
more giggles by the bunch.
No
more watching Wilma's wiggle
when
she writes up on the board.
No
more trying to look interested
when
classes are a snore.
I
can't wait!
To
go without a pass,
and
not count seconds till the bell.
No
more hunting for a pen
or
hearing stressed-out teachers yell
at
some poor slob who just forgot
where
he was supposed to be.
No
more handing out detentions,
especially
not to me.
When
summer gets real boring,
I'll
be ready to come back.
But
now,
two
days is two too much.
If
it were three
I'd
crack.
©1996 Sara
Holbrook, The Dog Ate My Homework
All Rights
Reserved Boyds Mills Press
