Wednesday, July 21, 2010
One Shot Wednesday - School Lessons
School Lessons
That brash New Girl.
I let her see my paper.
She copied all those
100% correct answers.
And then…
She cracked, confessed
and threw me under the bus
(not that we knew what that was then).
Protecting her, my 6th grade self said,
"No ma'am I didn't cheat,"
and made a Zero.
So now I hoard my knowledge
like my mother did with
her minutes of my time.
This poem is part of One Stop Poetry's One Shot Wednesday poetry gathering, where all poets are welcome to share. Make the rounds – it will no doubt be fascinating!
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oh that last line is a gut punch...tight write...sorry. thanks for linking up with oneshot!
ReplyDeletei enjoyed this and the turn at the end..although we dont like to admit it i beat a lot of people secretly understood that!!! cheers for taking part in One Shot...Pete
ReplyDeleteDear The Bug,
ReplyDeleteAnother true story in concentrated language, and as your other commenters said--a twist of the gut at the end.
I love this.
Ann T.
It's easy to picture your writing. The end was unexpected. Enjoyed reading it. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a kick this one has
ReplyDeletethat last line..everything in life always go back to mother....great punch line...bkm
ReplyDeleteIt's so cool when you can do so much with so few words. Brava!
ReplyDeleteThis one seems to have come from actual experience rather than imagination - probably why it reads so well. The last bit is especially telling, in more ways than one.
ReplyDeleteWORD VERIFICATION: mitintia
MEANING: a very tiny army
Thanks everyone. This is a true story - I was so mad at the time! But I learned a valuable lesson about cheating :)
ReplyDeleteNow that she's gone I find myself wanting to give my mom all the time she wants with me. In reality I know we'd go right back to push me/pull you territory.
aha..nice one! i love to strike at the end too,great piece..:)
ReplyDeleteoh man! that stinks! i am such a nerd, i never cheated, ever, not giving out answers or copying them. a lot of my students try to cheat these days -- nuts! what is even worse is, their parents almost encourage it because it is anything to get an A!
ReplyDeleteOh I love it when a poem takes a leap!
ReplyDeleteHa - I love it the realities of life.
ReplyDeleteOh those memories if we could go back.
Thanks for the look into you
Glad you joined us for One Shot Wednesday
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ReplyDeletemy mother taught me
ReplyDeletenot to lie
but never believed me
when I told the truth
She taught me to share
but keep the good things
for herself
My mother told me she
would treat us kids equal
but bought them a car
and me a bicycle
She said it was only fair
That I worked and payee
My fair share
but the others were on
hard times you see
and she would take
all my money from me
So I moved out
and no more did I give
She said I was her
Most ungrateful kid
Great pome! Very unusual direction in the end.
ReplyDeleteNice piece, thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteGosh, did this bring back memories.
ReplyDeleteSuch a super poem both in the opening and in the twist.
When I was about 8 I gave a broken plastic pencil sharpener to ROBERT HAYNE.
A few days later someone scratched stars on the teacher's RV in the playground.
They found the sharp plastic thing and said it was me. It was not me
but I NEVER said who it was.
If I had done it I would have said so. My mother impressed on me that LYING was the very WORST thing!!!
weird how these things stick in your mind.