This year, my school has decided to focus on literacy. Literacy across all subjects to ensure improvement in writing skills due to Queensland *finally!* joining the rest of Australia in conducting external examinations for Seniors. As part of this program, we as teachers, are being encouraged to also write a lot more and experience what our students are experiencing. This then led to an ad-hoc poem written during one of our staff meetings which I bravely shared with my fellow teachers.
Lessons start calmly.
So calm, that you might be fooled into thinking that disaster does not loom in the background.
They are keen. Excited even!
They get organised…
Hair tied back. Hands washed and dried.
Aprons on. Equipment out.
They wait for the signal to being.
It’s like they’ve heard a gunshot and they are off to the finish line!
As alert as a bloodhound.
Reminding students to be safe.
“Say behind when you walk past someone!”
“Tuck your fingers in.”
“No…no! Do not put metal in the microwave!”
The squeals from oil splattering.
The moans of pain from singed thumbs and slightly dismembered fingers.
The green faces at the thought their dish could be partly for a cannibal.
Eventually, it all ends.
The knives are put away.
The benches are clean.
The food is packed away to enjoy at the end of the day.
And how do I feel?
Like Pied Piper with the occasional bunch of Gremlins that sometimes gets splashed with water.