What bugs you about these cold winter day? For me, its that the sun set too quickly. As soon it comes up in the morning, it feels like it goes right down in just a matter of hours. Darkness, Darkness, Darkness. Too soon, too fast, too short. Everyday seems to leave to quickly. Where is the sun going, is it in a rush? A rush to taking its shine to a different place? Come back, come back I plead. Just stay a little longer. These cold winter days need some light. Can't the sun just stick around a little longer? That wouldn't hurt anyone.
Ahhhh. There is nothing like waking up on a Friday and knowing that you can break the school dress code. It feels like shackles being released off of the cuffs of my wrists. There is a sense of freedom that I feel on these days. There is no dressing up, no hassle, just complete relaxation. What I have learned over my Fenn career is that these days are the days you want to cherish, they give all the students a flare of excitement, an excitement that adds to the booming community of Fenn.
Over the two snow days that we have had this week, I have learned that there is nothing better than not having to hear the buzzing of my alarm in the morning. To often is my precious sleep stolen from me as I wake up in every week day, but not on Tuesday and Wednesday. The freedom of sleeping it was simply, unique. I waited all morning for my alarm to go off, but it never did. It's almost like my alarm knew that we were going to have a snow day. It would be nice if my alarm never went off, so I could sleep fall into a deep sleep, and just relax.
Today I have learned that there is no better thrill than the wind blowing in your face as you race down a powdery hill. As I race down the steep decline of Nawshawtic Hill in Concord, I let the sled do all of the work. Snow sprays my face like no body's buisness, and I get jostled around by the rough powdery terrain. My frozen hair stands staright up, as my squinting eyes start to water. Everything around me is a blur. I hear the laughter for other kids, but I am only focused on the jump I am about to hit. As I get closer to the jump, I brace myself. I close my eyes and soar off the jump into kid immortality.
Can the snow just stop?! For hours on end I shovel, I shovel, and a shovel a bit. Everytime I'm done with be section of shoveling, the relentless snow continues to leave big traces behind. It's almost like I am repeating myself over and over again. I look up at the sky and see a field of white, a never ending white, that continues to approach me and splash snow against the ground. Snow is beautiful, don't get me wrong, but please don't tell me that it's beautiful after shoveling for hours.
Today I learned how beautiful those early mornings van actually be. As my mother and I drove down the street slowly, we were overtaken by the beautiful snow that lathered itself over the frail branches. This was a winter wonderland. I had never seen anything like it. The true beauty of nature was evedent as we strolled down the backroads of concord. As the day got older, the snow started to melt away, and so did the beauty, but I will still always remember the Beauty of the early morning winter wonderland.
Today, I have learned that the feeling of going to school on Fridays is second to nothing else. There's just something different about Friday. There is a different excitement in everyones tone, almost as they had just won the lottery. Teachers smile more, students laugh more, thats how you know its a Friday. Its a day of school that every kid loves to go to. Why can't everyday be a Friday?
Yeah I'm angry
Angry about the squeaky cry those timberland boots make
Their sheer ignorance, like everything is about them
Butting in during conversations,
Dragging their rubber soles on the slippery tile,
Interrupting the quiet peace of a moments thought
Shut up! Shut up! I think,
A squeak here, a squeak there,
Ignoring the delight of everything pleasant
It's almost like they're mocking me,
Trying to show off how loud that they can squeak.
They take annoyance to a new level,
Just like a crying infant that has been separated from its mother.
Their jagged bottoms look like teeth grinning at me,
Resembling an untamed coyote trying to intimidate its prey.
Just when the squeaking stops, it's starts again,
Like a revving speed boat motor.
My ears ring,
My eyes cross,
My head starts to ache.
Shut up! Shut up! I think.
For my WW Fenn piece I have selected, Scratch and Dent Dreams by Eric Darby. When I first heard this poem during class, I was hooked. The way Eric Darby recited his was inspiring. It was a story inside of a story that held hidden messages along the way, that meant a whole lot more than words. His use of metaphors and similes were unmatched, as he starts out his poem with "Come on in, I've got a sale." What sale? What is he talking about? I didn't understand at first, but that was why I was intrigued. I wanted to know what he was trying to say. And little did I know, what he had to say was a whole lot more than I thought. "I've got a sale" turns to him talking about his wasted dreams and lost time. I would never have guessed, but that is why the poem is great. Eric Darby has energized the way I look at poetry, and how it can be delivered. He has inspired me to take on the challenge of his poem and put my own spin on it.