I started a new notebook last week while I was on my
EMWP Gone Rogue writing marathon, and this poem was my first entry.
The Mess is Greater Than The Sum of its Parts
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| Two new notebooks ready to be filled with The Mess |
There's a dirty little secret
among English teachers
that we don't like to share
with the world.
OK, maybe that's not true.
It's not so dirty and we
share it all the time.
We love notebooks.
We have excessive amounts of them.
More than we could possibly fill
in one lifetime.
But we prefer them
pristine
and
blank
instead of
messy
and
lived in.
A blank notebook represents
promise and potential --
of all the brilliant thoughts
just waiting to pour forth
from our ample minds.
But a written-in notebook represents
failure
and
&*@# ups
They shout at us,
"YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!"
And so
we tend to like
the idea
of a filling a notebook
but not
the execution of it.
Writing in a notebook
is an act of
faith and bravery.
It is a place where we must
face our inadequacies
head on
and then challenge them.
It is a place for
discomfort and discombobulation.
And so we admire our blank notebooks
sitting in our closets
with no intention of actually
filling them with our
messy ramblings.
Even though we force
our students to write in one
every
single
day.
So dear teachers,
just remember this:
When you
struggle and agonize
over the words you
put on the page,
question your own abilities
and make excuses that
you're just too busy
to write today --
just imagine
what your students
must be feeling.
#WriteBesideThem
