They put bite-size chocolates on the long tables
to appease us at our monthly staff meetings.
Show us graphs on degrees of retention.
We are losing our children.
We need to plan lessons with more rigor and relevance.
Our students are playing catch-up to India.
The day before in my creative writing class,
Kenneth Platt asked anyone who’d listen—
“Did you know that we lose 40 to 100 strands of hair a day?
The Neanderthal’s brain was bigger than ours?
That India has more sex than any country in the world?”
To which Mitch replied, “Book me a flight to Bollywood, baby.”
We need to use our instruction minutes wisely.
Students can’t learn if they’re not actively engaged.
They’ll never fulfill our expectations if we can’t
stimulate them enough to pay attention.
As educators, it’s our job to…
I stare at the spinning ceiling fans
imagining I’m in Calcutta—
a transcendental passenger reflecting in a rickshaw
letting someone else earning meager pay lead me around,
so I can raise my hand and ask,
“Um… What are we supposed to do again?”