Once again, it’s been a while since I blogged.
However, I wanted to share something I wrote in class today.
Every Thursday, my kids have writer’s workshop. It’s a chance for them to have focused writing time, and I get a bit of time to write as well.
The piece below is called Craving. I’ve only just begun it, but it’s my first foray back into creative writing. I don’t know if I will continue it, but for now, I’d like for it to be enjoyed by a wider audience than just my iPad.
Also, on a completely different note, I’m attempting to blog more regularly in pursuit of this things called reflective teaching. I’ve revived scribbling on the walls. We shall see how this goes.
It started off as just a one time thing. A friend of mine slipped some to me on the bus after school. I was hesitant, of course, because it was so unfamiliar. So new. So dangerous. You know those people that your parents tell you not to hang out with in school? She was one of those people. Always pushing me to step just a little bit outside of my comfort zone.
But I couldn’t resist. The packaging was just too tempting. And so I took it. And I opened it. And that first snickers bars was unlike anything I’ve ever experience before. It had been in her pocket for quite some time, so it was hot, melted, gooey. The sensation wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold winter day. It was the perfect blend of chocolate, nuts, and caramel.
All through first period I could think of nothing more than having another taste of that snickers bar. My pencils turned into snickers. My binder was a box of 48 snickers. At one point, Donalda, who sits two seats down from me had a nosebleed and I thought it was a river of caramel flowing from her nostrils.
“Keegan!” Mrs. Landon screeched, snapping me back to my snickers-less reality, “what would you say was the most important event during World War 1?” My face turned beet red. Did my teacher and classmates know what I’d been thinking about? Was it written all over my face? I glanced over at Mrs. Landon and it took every ounce of my strength not to think about her glasses as a pair of half eaten snickers bars.
The bell rang, and I bolted out of there as fast as I could. Only one more period and it would be recess. Then I’d need to track down Pauline to get more bars.