Guest Contributor: Substitute Teacher Poem

In the hall I am invisible.

Only on rare occasion does my cloak slip free,

And a student will see me and smile back.

Sometimes I am asked,” Where is room 1124?”

I don’t know, how dumb of me.

Don’t ask me about quadratic equations or que sara sara.

But ask me why I keep coming back.

I see kindness and joy in the hall.

Students are smarter than in my heyday.

A thirst to learn, if not from me.

And a hope for the future common to all.

They will find the answer, they always do.

Things will be better for friends, family and me,

Their hearts, soul and mind are burning.

That is all I want for the students, my reason I am there.

I try to remember a favorite quote:

“Don’t limit a child to your own learning

For she was born in another time.”

-Mr. D