CAUGHT THROWING A PAPER WAD ACROSS THE CLASSROOM
I'm sorry
I regret it
I know that it was wrong.
(But still
I can't believe that
I made a shot that long!)
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.
Kimberley, at iWrite in Maine, is joining me this month.
Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!
"My Shame"
Steve, at inside the dog, is sharing his poems
in the comments at Poetrepository.
Heidi, at my juicy little universe, will join us when she can.
Linda, at TeacherDance, will join as often as she can.
Check the comments at A Year of Reading or Poetrepository for her poems.
Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) is back this year,
leaving poetry trax in the comments.
Jone, at DeoWriter, is doing a "double L" challenge.
She and I are cross-poLLinating our challenges whenever possible.
I know this kid. He's the same one who has to jump up and touch the top of every door jamb he passes through! And he really is sorry, but that doesn't stop him from trying the shot or jumping the next time! You made me laugh this morning!
ReplyDeleteThis was inspired by a girl throwing paper wads at boys at the next table over, but I've got a boy who throws shots at the trashcan every time he gets the chance, and YES those boys who jump for EVERY door jamb! (Good to know it's not just mine...)
DeleteSuper busy day ahead. The best I can do.
ReplyDeletehttp://carolwscorner.blogspot.com/2015/04/po-emotion-22.html
I think thi skid was in my class--more than one year! He is so sorry, but keeps right on doing it. My poem is My Shame
ReplyDeleteLove the mixture of shame and pride!
ReplyDeleteHa! Love it!
ReplyDeleteHysterical! I would be more proud than ashamed, but I love this month of emotions, and how you keep putting your unique twist on it!
ReplyDeleteWhat a weaver of words you are!
Perfect!
ReplyDeleteMary Lee, my husband still likes to pretend he is the basketball star every now and then with his crafty long shots to the trash. Such a fun poem you wrote. I don't think that my husband or any students I've known would feel remorse for their basketball prowess with trashcan hoops.
ReplyDelete*snort*
ReplyDeleteHah, this is sadly so me.