It is about a month until graduation, and I have enjoyed student teaching a lot more than I expected. I still haven't figured out what I'll be doing next year, but I hear that G-mom, Aunt Denise, and Kara were working dutifully on that during their ski-trip so that's a load off.
Well, I keep busy here between student teaching, finishing my final paper for college, and studying for my teacher certification exam; but I still wind up spending a lot of time on my daily commute. We are doing a poetry unit in the seventh grade class I am teaching, and I decided to write something to show them you can continue to enjoy poetry after the ripe old age of thirteen. So, this is my nod to the daily commute. I hope you all enjoy! Here's a picture of my new car for anyone who hasn't seen it. A little background info for my daily commute...
Road Rage
La-dies and Gen-tle-men!
Con-di-tions are per-fect!
A clear blue horizon,
A track without defect!
All Racers: Take your mark!
Control your racing hearts!
Shift gears straight out of park.
The victory’s how you start.
First goes Mr. Midlife
He’s convertible clad
Cuts ‘em off; he jackknifes
He’s winning by a tad!
But trouble’s on his heels,
Bob the Builder’s not far.
Driving his eighteen wheels
Straight Oooooo-ver Mid-life’s car!
Bob’s a determined man;
He keeps a steady pace,
But mama minivan
Is out to win this race!
She has a support team:
Pit crew from the carpool,
They’ve cooked up quite a scheme
On their way to grade school.
Mama pulls a lever
Rocket boosters appear.
My! These kids are clever.
Ha-zy smoke, ma-ma’s clear!
Mean mama minivan
Has taken clear control.
Seems Mama is ‘Da Man!
Vic-tory-’s in her soul!
Hark! What is that we hear?
Evel Knievel’s bike?
The man who knows no fear!
He’s here, ready to strike.
Folly fuels his passion,
Weaving through speedy cars.
Touting leather fashion,
He’s quite the rising star.
Evel’s a crowd pleaser.
He’s circling around mom
Just trying to tease her
Before he drops the bomb!
He’s now popped a wheelie.
Taking first with a buz.
He’d have won ideally,
But he upset the fuz.
A traffic violation
Removed him from the front.
It’s mama’s salvation;
She’s laughing at his stunt.
In a stunning upset,
Mama takes the win!
Greatest victory yet,
Can she do it again?
Both losers and winners,
The rivals face their days.
Driving home to dinners,
This game again they’ll play.
Now, though, they must shift gears.
Mama’s just a mother
And Evel’s full of fears.
Bob works like all others.
Midlife’s a normal man
These warriors carry on
With no thanks from their fans!
Their need for speed withdrawn.
Until they meet again
On the fateful race track
Then all their evil twins,
Who race their cars come back!
I graduated on Saturday! My mom, brother, grandmom, and grandad all came out to the windy city to see it. The whole family--at least that's what we told people. I was unpleasantly surprised, however, to find no diploma in my diploma holder. Apparently, I don't officially graduate until they make sure I didn't fail anything this semester. So, we'll see.
