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"You are ... different, aren't you?" she said, crinkling her nose.
That sentiment, spoken by my fourth grade home-room teacher
Had been paraphrased many times before
(And would be countless times again)
Different, unusual, odd, weird, curious, complex, or just plain strange
Those were the kind ones - the ones I can repeat
My favorite, however, was "unique"
The day my mother put it into that sensible little frame, I knew ...
I ... was HOME.
You see, we creative folk
Are not put on this good earth to "fit" into it
We are not molded to be a status quo part of society
But rather, set apart FROM society
Our gifts are granted us in order to change the world
Not continue the order of its mundane spin
We are interpreters of the language of beauty and ingenuity
We weave expression and imagination into what's tangible and visible
Turning ideas and emotions to the substance of words and color and sound
Bringing light and clarity to variation and choice
We are the very children of NON-conformity
Living proof that acquiescence and conventionality stifle the human spirit
We are soldiers of vision, innovation, cleverness, and inspiration
Fighting the war on commonplace, submission and docility
Battling daily in the name of ALL who are unlike the Average Joe
And bringing inspiration to the world.
So, do I think I'm "special"?
Yes, for we are ALL special ... every single human is born with unique gifts
Ours - the artistic talents - just happen to be of a creative fashion.
Yes, I am odd, strange, weird, different, unusual, and unique ...
And I am BLESSED ... to be so.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "CReAtiVe CoNForMiTy" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
Inside a classroom of a Fourth-grade elementary pupils in early 1990s, pupils were asked by their Speech and Writing teacher to write anything about Christmas.
One male pupil, not a good reader/writer, wrote something else in an acrostic form...
C - Christ, cousins, casino, church, caroling,
Christmas cards, candies, Christmas
Tree, Chess, Care Bears, chocolates,
ChocNut
H - Happy family, Handycam, homily, ham,
hunting, horse, hope
R - Relatives, recycling, renovation, recital,
roller coaster, roller skating, rowing,
running, restaurant, rent payment
Red Riding Hood, Robin Hood,
Richie Rich, Rumplestiltskin
I - Inspirational people, icicles, ice cream,
igloo, ibex, Intramurals
S - Snow, snowman, superheroes, Santa Claus,
saints, Snow White, Simpsons, sparrows,
squirrels, Sesame Street
T - Trips, television, tennis, table tennis,
trouser, typhoon, tornado, Typewriter,
Telephone, Telephone booth,
tranquilizer, The Flintstones, Tom and Jerry,
The Jetsons, turkey
M - Mother, Mary, minister, magic, monkey,
Mary See, medicines, money, motel,
Mickey Mouse, Mr. Bean, Miss Universe
pageant, movies, My Teacher, My 2 crush
A - Angels, Angelus prayer, ABBA and all
good, beautiful "A"s in this World
S - Sweater, stars, sand, singing, strolling,
spelunking, skateboarding, swimming,
skydiving, skiing, Smurfs, Scrabble, soup
Every pupil was called to read his/her own writing in front of the class. The said male pupil was asked about her two (2) crush with initials "OK" and "MS" and said:
"OK is the female Belarusian gymnast who introduced the deadly 'Korbut flip' in the World Olympics and "MS is the young, great tennis player from Yugoslavia."
I can do it, I swear...I can do it
I'm going to hit a home run.
I'm going to hit a home run...
Farther than any ball Babe Ruth has ever hit
Farther than any eyes had ever seen
"The crack of my bat will be heard overseas"
I can do that, ya know-
I'm also going to be an astronaut
I can also do that too!
Wow! I could play baseball on the moon- Oh yeah!
I always wanted...
To be able to see the whole world while feeling up
I wish I could go to work
Well, see y'all,
It's almost 8:00am -
My school bus will be here momentarily
And,
my little sister can play baseball too!
~Fourth Grade Student
Twenty-four days before Christmas in 1958 there was a huge fire
at Our Lady of the Angels, a Catholic grade school in Chicago
Eighty-seven children and three nuns died in this fire.
One of the children who passed was Mary’s little sister, Karen.
She was to be a first grader forever.
Mary was in the fourth grade at the time.
Mary spent years trying to forget that day, the worst day ever.
The frantic nuns, the commotion, the smoke, the frenzy.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting on the sidewalk across the street.
Watching the school burn up, wondering where Karen was.
A sister who never came home.
Mary felt shame for leaving her.
She had wanted to run in there and rescue Karen.
But the adults restrained her.
Her family waited for hours hoping for a miracle.
Watching the front door, praying Karen would walk inside.
She never did.
Eighty-six other children did not return home either.
Probably led to heaven by the three nuns.
Minnesota cold a curse and a blessing
invigorating breath-taking
bundled up yet wonder taken in
a call to ice skate until we couldn’t any more
stick-figures arms raised celebration
my girlfriend in fourth grade
or friend
infatuation
a white blanket
glistened under the distant sun
as it stretched across yards
toward untold destinations
the wind against houses a haunting song
sounded like my father’s
off-key singing
my eyes watered
he sang again
a whisper as I walked to the neighbors
an igloo in their front yard
made by a parent’s hands
all the pieces fit
stillness when I went inside
a soft glow through the walls
a warmth felt when left with my thoughts
youthful moments embraced before the season passed
You will love fourth grade I was told by everyone
It is learning multiplication, algebra, truly much fun.
Do not get on the bad side though of Miss McLater.
She has the disposition of a fierce alligator.
She was the mysterious teacher we had never seen.
The other teachers had their photos up, but hers was green.
Just a field of grass, no person at all.
Labelled Miss McLater’s Grass, five feet tall.
I was shocked and horrified when she entered the room.
I felt threatened as her huge eyes promptly turned and zoomed.
She had an alligator’s head, or maybe it was face of a gator.
I knew I was never going to feel at ease with Miss McLater.
My lasting memories
of Dorothea, still live on-
since that day in fourth grade,
when she stopped by my desk
and saw my artwork-
so overjoyed and clearly
quite amazed
that I could draw that way.
This Nun- our new art teacher,
bent down, looked at me,
and lovingly whispered,
"Dear, you are an artist!"
Throughout my years
in Catholic grammar school-
this kind teacher,
a gift of God- honed my skills.
The treasured memories
of her driving force that helped
my young potential grow-
and constant mentoring
that kept my interest strong,
have never gone away.
This gift of God-
I was- and am- so thankful for.
May 18, 2020
Contest: A Diamond Of Time
Sponsor: Julia Ward
First grade, pelted with eggs
Second grade, broke both legs
Third grade, fell down the stairs
Fourth grade, clawed by a bear
Fifth grade, ran into a tree
Sixth grade, twisted a knee
Seventh grade, concussed my head
Eighth grade, fell out of bed
Ninth grade, had meningitis
Tenth grade, appendicitis
Eleventh grade, torn hamstring
Twelfth grade, acute bee sting...
So, to allay any fears from admission committees
I wrote the following college application ditty:
You may consider me somewhat injury-prone
But I have yet to break my first wishbone
And I give you my whole-hearted assurance
That I will use my parents' health insurance
A thirsty teacher sipped her water
And she could have fainted
For she discovered that
Her water bottle had been tainted.
Two fourth grade students did the job
With poison pills intended
For rats and mice and not
Some human life you might want ended.
The hospital confirmed the deed;
The poison did its trick.
The teacher didn’t die, but yes,
She certainly got sick.
And what will happen to those boys?
They’ll claim it was a prank.
They’re lucky it was just a sip
Their hapless teacher drank.
Though some will say they didn’t know
They’d fooled around with fire,
Their teacher should just thank her stars,
Say “Screw this!” and retire.
Okay, I must admit - no names have been changed to protect anything or anyone! PLEASE do not turn this political and no letters from any woman who might be offended or grievances from union members, this is something that should have been addressed long ago but thankfully we have righted the ship. Just a note for clarification - scientists call them "Coccinellidae", North America calls them ladybugs, the UK calls them ladybirds (no offense to the Johnson family)...other names are lady beetles, god's cow, lady clock and lady cow (the one that might offend women) I DIDN"T INVENT THE NAME - some thankfully long deceased scientist did! Anyhow I know you needed to know this...I'm a victim too - I peed on an electric cow (no pun or fun) fence in the fourth grade.
Oh, little bitty lady cow,
our fabled friend coccinellidae,
what will they call you now?!
Bring us luck, away you fly,
quickly now before you die.
Oh, black dotted ladybird,
our lady beetle garden friend,
everywhere your name is heard;
on your help we can depend
and all the lady luck you lend.
BUT there's a problem in the air;
ladybird, lady beetle, lady this, lady that.
The guy bugs say, "It's just not fair"!
So after a beetle union chat,
on their guy bug butts they sat.
So this year everything will change-
those changes have been made before;
so Person Beetle will be the new bug name.
After all, no reason to start a war
when correctness will equate the score...
written April 2013 - still work to do