The Halls of Middle School
The shuffling of feet scattered in the hallways,
Wooden and metal desk and yellow pencil shavings,
The bell sounds when each class ends
I hear laughter,
I see unfamiliar faces all around me
The smell of paper fills the hallways
Thinking,
Learning,
Focusing
Piles of paper work lie upon the teachers desk.
Have some empathy,
Use a bit of humor,
Stir in the patience,
And look forward to your day.
Teaching may start out like a little girl playing school with stuffed animals. Her students are
birds learning to fly high to the clouds.
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