One of my students wrote a rap and gave it to me all folded up. Here are the last few lines:
Thank you Mrs. Johnson for being true
have a good summer and stay cool
I'll be happy to see you next year in this school
The rap is much longer, but I don't want to violate his privacy. So here's a response to him that I will copy and paste into an email.
My students would be surprised
how much I think about them when I'm not at school.
I wonder, what happens to them when they go home?
Are they safe? Are they happy?
I wasn't when I was in high school. Life is tough that way.
I hope my students live to the year 2200.
I hope they earn more money than they need to pay the bills.
I hope they laugh more than they cry,
and when they cry I hope it makes them feel better.
The world's a monster waiting to swallow you up,
but you just have to suck it up and keep fighting,
fly under the radar,
believe in magic.
The good die young, but so do the bad.
Take cover, keep warm, watch your back, family first.
I never thought I would like teaching school,
but poems like yours make me feel like I'm cool.