Write a short story about a teacher who is trying to connect with their students.
No to plagiarize Socrates
But I know
That I don’t know
And that’s something.
I grew up here
When the hate was quieter
I grew up here
When phones hung on walls.
We had our violence
Our rumor and spite
But it wasn’t hand delivered
To every person in the school
Our shame wasn’t posted on youtube
And watched in a huddle
Three desks down.
We knew things were Bad
Most of us dropped out
Fell into meth ...
The First Day
She felt her ears turn red, as she was squashed by a group of preschoolers. Some were crying, some were asking, some were quietly staring. They all needed her but she did not know how to help! What a helpless feeling that was.
Time was ticking and it felt like long hours have passed since she had entered the children’s room and stood like a statue. Now that she has entered the battlefield of inte...
A Driving Lesson
“I’m not going to tell you again. Put your phone down!”
She was the third student this week that had to be warned against texting while driving and the third time I was ignored. I thought teaching high school English had been challenging but it paled in comparison to being a driving instructor. The youthful ignorance of my students was overshadowed by their arrogance.
“I can’t put it down,”...
The Teacher, The Principal And A Problem Child
3 weeks before summer vacation and the end of the school year a teacher with the principal to discuss what to do with the problem girl in their class
“Principal Layla do you know why this girl keeps causing problems for me, I have been tormented with her antics half the school year I can’t figure it out if may be she just Born this way?”
The principal returned his answer “wh...
The door handle jiggles and the room gets cold. Cold to the touch, almost - as if the silence piercing the room had never heard of gloves. The barricade against the door - the tower of chairs and desks and glitter from yesterday’s art unit - is the only thing standing between an AR15 and Mrs Montague’s 4th grade class.
Mrs Montague is an older woman. She has taught 4th grade for over 35 years a...
“Hi, excuse me?”
My back straightened, and I looked over my shoulder.
“Yes?” I responded. I opened the cabinet door, the newly-bought beakers crammed on each shelf.
“Do you know-” His voice came out a strange garble. He cleared his throat. “Do you know where Mr. Johnson is?”
I turned to him, the boy on the other side of the science lab.
He stood in the doorway, his hands gripped around his ba...
The Little Teacher Who Could
I started the day like any other. I walked to my desk and plopped my bag on my chair. The class was empty but soon enough I knew that would change. Before class started I prepared the desks with today's assignment. Not that It would matter much in the end. The bell sounded throughout the halls, and I started feeling my daily dread. I still didn't understand why it was that I chose to become a teac...
“Hello class, this is my first day as a teacher and I just want to go to know you all today,” I said in a high pitched voice than normal.
I was just here in this exact class only four years ago, why does it feel so different?
“Alright, I’m going to start and then we can go from front to back in introductions,” I announced before continuing, “ I’m Salish Bloom and I’d love for you to call me Salis...
As the room, starts, to fill, with the pitter, patter, of feet
Gazing around, curious, looks, who will I, today, meet
Eye to eye, contact, is exchanged, with silent looks
Heavy, burden of knapsacks, and tons, of large books
The silent, shuffle, of going to your, wooden, hard, seat
The i phone, is spookily, silent, as the music, looses its beat
Put all electronic, devices, up here in this wooden...
One by one, they were all taken.
It started on a bitter winter morning, the type that causes rasping coughs and miserable colds. Entering my classroom, there was 4 or 5 students missing- but that was expected. However, as the day went on, more and more kids were vanishing. It started of slowly, barely noticeable but by lunchtime, nearly half the class were gone. I continued to teach, unease fill...