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INTRO
Throughout twenty-nine years of teaching, I’ve learned that students don’t always arrive when the bell rings, and learning doesn’t always follow the lesson plan. These poems came from the spaces in between — between connection and confusion, insight and frustration, silence and spark.
Some are polished. Some are awkward. Just like the students who inspired them.
They are not meant to be profound, but they are personal. A few were written quickly. A few sat with me for weeks. All of them carry a piece of the moment, the student, or the lesson that made me stop and put pen to paper.
This is a collection of small truths from a classroom. I hope you find yourself in them — or someone you once were.
C.Ray
More punnin with words (I love you, Shakespeare!)
Savannah is not Sierra,
nor is she a Tierra.
She’s not a mountain,
nor an ocean, lake, or marsh.
So many places could claim her birth:
Georgia or Africa, in the tall grass.
Puyallup had no savannah
until April 6, 1994.
And soon from the coop she’ll fly,
with Rogers left behind to lie.
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Zak
Silent Zak, silent Zak,
opens his mouth, gives us a whack.
Silent Zak, silent Zak,
hides a gift he won’t unpack.
Until he’s pushed, you’ll never know—
silent Zak, your mind will blow!
Then back to silent, he will go.
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Andrew Glenister
Our Andrew stood so tall and proud,
Yet saw himself lost in the crowd.
He clung to Isaac, tough and fast,
Like teammates built to last and last.
Isaac, kind, took it in stride,
Enjoyed the bond they could not hide.
But then one day they had to part,
And Andrew faced a brand new start.
Reluctant, yes, but strong and brave,
He learned to stand, no longer cave.
And step by step, he came to see,
His height was real — ten feet, plus three!
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Jessica Schock
Jessica is proof that one can change —
for better, worse, or somewhere in range.
The bell used to find her running and wild,
now she's seated, talking — almost mild.
She decides each morning just who she'll be:
a quiet whiz or a storm at sea.
You can’t tell her off — she won’t be led.
It’s not just the fire curled on her head.
She might eat your heart out, just for sport,
or walk away with a sly retort.
But maybe the mirror I’m looking in
shows more of me than I meant to begin.
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Ms. Clary
N atalie has hidden herself behind Starbucks
A nd a smile. Although I
T ried, I failed to connect—yet I know it’s okay.
A nother senior may need my help or my nagging, but not this one.
L ike a lone wolf, she calculates her needs
I n moments when I offer, she takes only what she chooses.
E ven from a distance, I can tell—she’ll find her way.
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Erica Marie Zamudio
Beautiful Carmelita, with brilliance tucked behind modesty,
never needing to prove what she so clearly possesses.
Her silence holds a fierce focus—
and a future wide with possibility.
She endured the silly songs I sang,
gracious as ever,
never once rolling her eyes.
Because Erica knows her power
doesn’t just glow in her calm presence
or her composed youth—
It lives in her mind,
quiet and quick,
moving like a ninja
through the noise.
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