First Friday morning
time already flying by.
Week one nearly done.
My homeroom settles,
getting used to the routine.
Finding what they need.
Lights dim, music on,
nearly all their heads go down,
straight backs didn't last long.
But the silence stays,
peace washes over the room
everyone is still.
Inhale, two, three, four,
Hold, two. Exhale, two, three, four,
again and again.
Five minutes and change
goes by quickly, leaving me
grateful and at peace.
Slowly they come back
their awareness returning
ready for the day.
In class, some sharing
easing into our learning
practicing our skills.
My switch class comes next
settling into their seats
getting used to things.
Student B sits down,
arranging his pad and pens,
preparing himself.
Student A gets set
his buddy at his table,
and Pringles to eat.
Again, I prepare,
lights off, music on. "Be still,
if you can," I say.
Student B improves
drawing, but not bothering
others. I can move.
Student A needs me
to remind him, food can wait.
He knows that I'm right.
Both calm, with the rest,
more or less. It still feels weird
for some new students.
Inhale, two, three, four,
Hold, two. Exhale, two, three, four,
again and again.
Five minutes and change,
not as smooth as the first class,
but still over fast.
Then we start writing
first pieces- Six Word Memoirs
something all can write
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Just like that, Monday
arrives. First up, my switch class,
calmer in the morn.
Student B moves spots,
where he has more space, and the
support he requires.
He settles quickly,
with Student A and the rest.
Everyone is calm.
Still the first Monday
most happy to lay their heads,
they are still tired.
Inhale, two, three, four,
Hold, two. Exhale, two, three, four,
again and again.
Five minutes and change,
this morning it goes better,
which I let them know.
Then the day begins
continuing our writing
picking up our pace.
My homeroom returns,
second nature already,
they settle quickly.
Inhale, two, three, four,
Hold, two. Exhale, two, three, four,
again and again.
Five minutes and change,
I appreciate the peace,
relax in the calm.
Then we get a start
writing, before the "Welcome
Back" assembly starts.
The afternoon brings
the two classes together.
Time to mark today
It was not perfect
the METTA meditation
in the afternoon
But it's important,
it's September Eleventh,
and experience.
Twelve minutes or so,
extending our compassion
and kindness beyond
It is challenging
for some, especially those
who are new to it
Student B goes out,
it is all too much for him.
He spends time outside
Two boys keep talking
I stand behind them, or else,
they just keep talking.
Last year's giggly boy
needs a reminder, as do
a couple others.
Eventually,
they still, like Student A has
been the entire time.
The meditation
ends with a minute of thanks
and almost silence.
I am not quite sure
it was worth it. But I don't
tell my students that.
Instead, I speak of
power, and what they give up
without noticing.
And that, for the first,
long meditation, they did
fairly well that day.
So another day
came to an end. Tomorrow,
we'll do it again.
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