I know I said I wanted to take a break from writing about teaching, but today was kind of a frustrating day and I couldn’t help myself.
This is a poem called a cinquain, apparently, because the stanza or stanzas are all 5 lines long. The form also has to follow a specific syllabic count per line (2,4,6,8,2) and a specific stressed syllable count as well (1,2,3,4,1). I don’t know why the last line shouldn’t consist of a line of iambic pentameter–that way the syllabic stress count, as well as the number of lines in the stanza, would all count to five. I don’t make the rules. I got the syllable count. I’m not sure about these stresses, but I am sure about the stressors that inspired the poem.
of my bad-ass
work week concludes with some
teenagers, most of whom cannot
while I’m introducing
the antithesis of anger:
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Hope this week started off more Bhudda, less irony!
So far, yes, but today was a day without students! End of quarter. I’ll get back to ya!