Take a classroom of five-year-olds –
nimble-footed, names unintelligible –
add a dozen runny noses
and three boo-boos
and one unfortunate ‘accident’.
Introduce a teacher –
holiday hazed and overtired –
mix with a controversial curriculum,
a dash of micromanaging parents,
and splash of report cards due.
taking care that all ingredients remain
in the bowl…er…classroom…
Bake for five days,
cool over the weekend.
(I taught Kindergarten for a day and still have nightmares about it, lol. To all the primary teachers out there – I am not worthy. You are amazing. Poem inspired by a recent dream, and written in the spirit of this week’s challenge: recipe. Challenge is open all week – would love it if you joined in.)