Ode to my English Class: Enormous Wings and Things to Carry

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Ode to Gadies and Lettermen
To sitting across from a complete stranger on August 26th
And reading “Hills like White Elephants”
Ode to Nicole the page princess
Ode to Liz Marie the 1st spiritual leader, blunt and fierce
To the chalkboard and that darn desk that is always loose
To the window that displays only a moment in time
Ode to Civil Peace, Building fires, and Sweat
Ode to living out a Saturday night live skit
For drinking water, coffee, or chocolate milk
And listening to Nick’s wise insight about a story
Or simple pride to say he man handles things
Ode to Ben for declaring a boy becomes a man at age 13
Ode to McKenzie for her insight during The Guest,
Choosing structure over freedom
Ode to Spencer for history lessons and beer critiques
To greasy lakes and Open Boats
Ode to Patrick’s memorable quote about what the blind actually see
To Paul’s open-mindedness – thank you for truly diving into the stories
And seeing so many details, giving us so much to think about
Ode to Scriveners, yellow wallpaper, red convertibles and rocking horses
Ode to Liz for being so peaceful, calm amongst the storm
To Megan for having her i-pod and head on straight, sitting in the back, a buffer
To Brian’s skepticism and humor and baseball caps
Ode to Vlad’s indifference and Antonio’s ability to answer
Questions on the flip of a dime when all seems lost
To Nell, my lucky ninja for sharing her frustration of violent video games
During the things we carried discussion
We all sat there quietly, I tried to imagine it but I just lost myself in realizing
We are not as desensitized as we may think
I foolishly went on and on talking like I had some right others didn’t
I apologize for my loudness and my annoying at times presence.
My many tangents
I apologize for calling foul and pounding on the table like the child
In The use of Force
Ode to Bill for reading
And always being able to say from beginning to end what happened
Ode to Mielas for pointing out the great depression and discussing Native Americans
Ode to chrysanthemums, happy endings, greasy lakes, cathedrals, and the guest
To Desiree’s baby and the newborn thrown…
Ode to Megan’s Solace on the side
Ode to Elly’s grace, glasses, giggle and spot on analysis
This is my Ode to Professor Davros for listening to what ever we
Had to say and for taking jokes with a gram of salt
For coming to class and getting a migraine no doubt
But for absorbing all of our babble into something that makes sense
We sit transfixed, bedazzled.
Some loud, some quiet
Some laughing some texting
Some tired, others pumped for discussions
Ode to Occurrences at Bridges, Necklaces, and Real Things
We came as ordinary people and learned where we are
And where we have been
Leaving my desk and chair I emerge towards the door, and stand realizing
“I prefer not to.”

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