Tuesday , 23, September 2014 2 Comments

dedicated to Cailin White whom inspired me to write this

On the outside, I seemed confidant and well-prepared

On the inside, I was a bundle of nerves and full of anxiety

I introduced Edgar Allen Poe and The Diary of Anne Frank

which they never heard of

my classroom did not look like last year’s teacher

so full of life and charm

mine was more antiseptic

it would build its personality throughout the year

Spitballs flew

Notes were passed

he cheated

she cheated

hearts broken

name callin’

but one day I smiled

and they smiled back

For the rest of the year, they were mine







2 thoughts on “ : “1998””
  • Cailin says:

    Perfection can come in poetry. Thanks for the dedication.