Earlier today, I discovered to my dismay,
I had missed an important day.
I looked down into my screen
to discover what I had missed
National Poem in Your Pocket Day.
I didn’t have a poem in my pocket,
It – my pocket that is – was rather empty,
But I smiled, and moved forward,
One foot after the other,
And, made it count, anyway.
Sometimes, a day flashes past or the week disappears before my eyes without me realizing it. This week has been a week full such days. It’s easy to miss a day, it’s not so easy to miss a week. Time waits for no one.However, thanks to Mary (one of my favorite bloggers) from A Wilderness of Words I was reminded about National Poem in Your Pocket Day. Thank you Mary!
The first poem that came to mind was Shel Silverstein’s poem about homework.
The Homework Machine
The Homework Machine,
Oh, the Homework Machine,
contraption that’s ever been seen.
Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime,
Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds’ time,
Your homework comes out, quick and clean as can be.
Here it is— ‘nine plus four?’ and the answer is ‘three.’
Oh me . . .
I guess it’s not as perfect
As I thought it would be.
Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)
It seems I am up to my eyeballs in it lately – from assigning, to checking it, to helping with it, to supervising it, and planning it – I’ve had it!
Tomorrow is May 1 – May Day. I checked at Days of the Year dot com and there isn’t a special day worth of not wor really worth celebrating tomorrow, except maybe No Pants Day, which I will skip or Tuba Day which I don’t play, so I’ll move forward to May 6th and NO Homework Day.
I’ll stick Shel’s poem in my pocket for tomorrow to share with my students, for a chuckle. It’ll be a day late, but no penalty for being late. We both need a chuckle and a smile after a week of testing. I’ve been talking trash in regular science and the students are testing their landfills for methane. My advanced science kids are calculating molar masses and they have a short quiz tomorrow – which means I’ll have homework on Friday, due Monday.
May 1 means the end of school is near – there are twenty-five school days left – I honestly don’t know how it happened, but the year will be over before I know it. The days fly past when the calendar hits May and I’ll work like a madman to make each and every one of those days count.
The poem – ‘The Homework Machine’ – is printed and ready. I am as ready for tomorrow as i will ever be and I am ready to close the door on April 30th and step in to May. Today was a great day, even if it flew past me and tomorrow could possibly be a million and six times better. But, I’ll settle for just as good, or twice as good, or even three times as good, but I’d better finish today, before I head up to bed. Making the Day Count, one day at a time, even when I don’t know what day I am celebrating.
What day are you celebrating today – or yesterday – or tomorrow?