My dreams are loud.
That’s something nobody told me would happen when I became a teacher. My brain is humming, constantly, with ideas: How can I present this material? How do I make it interesting? How do I make it interactive? How will I assess it? How will my students respond? How would I revise, mid-lesson, if this fails? Does this really serve my students in regards to the standards? Does it serve them as human beings? On and on, the questions and ruminations run through my mind. And the reason for this, I’m finding, is that I care. I care a great deal about my students–I see them coming down the hall and I can’t help but smile. It is my job to give them the absolute best education that I can. I am commited to that. I am determined not to waste a minute of their time in the classroom.
Starting this coming week, I will be starting to transition into the leadership role of the primary teacher in my classroom. As this begins, so does our unit on poetry. This is exciting to me, because I think that poetry, often sold short (and drab, and impenetrable, and lofty, and overly flowery), is one of the most exciting literary forms. It’s also one of the most personal, intense, and creative. These are things that I know my students will be able to relate to, if only I can get them to tap into it. Figuring out how to do that, though, is producing much of the aforementioned brain humming, through sleeping and waking hours alike. Once I actually get my disorganized, frenetic ideas to settle into something intelligible, I am excited to create some poetry lessons and activities.
This is what I know so far:
*Poetry offers freedom from strict, standard academic grammatical and syntactical rules, yet it also offers a platform for teaching about them in a playful, low pressure way.
*Poetry gives us a chance to use words to describe something that, without it, would be beyond words.
*Poetry = image
*Poetry = music . . . . . Things everyone understands, deep down.
*Poetry = rhythm
*Poetry is not impossible to interpret, but it is impossible to limit to a single, complete literal meaning.
*Some of the greatest literature ever written has been poetry.
*Poetry occur in all cultures. We all have poems inside us.