My parents both are and were teachers, before and after they decided on the God-gig. As were my grandparents. So you see, I have a healthy dose of respect for people that teach. Why else would I share ridiculous encounters about my profs if I didn't admire them just a little? As a result of all this, I've always also felt a little guilty about not wanting to be a teacher and showing no special gifts for teaching. It seems such a noble thing to do, but I haven't jumped on the wagon yet.
Someone who has, apparently, is Monica Yellow.
So today, I present you links to two poems by Bowdoin alum Taylor Mali, one of my favorite poets* and someone that always makes me feel awful about not aspiring to be a teacher. The second poem is his most oft quoted, and has sort of lost its flavors because it has become so Prayer of Jabez, but the recording is from a live performance he did a few years back, so it's still got some punch.
*Favorite poets, another one of my pretentious favorites, along with favorite literary magazine, favorite organic tea, and favorite charitable foundation.
We haven't done our trios in awhile, so here goes.
Three Least Favorite Feet Sensations:
1. Wet shower shoes.
2. Dirty carpet.
3. Sticky sneakers.
Three Odd Sensations
1. Ear that has fallen asleep.
2. Eyelid twitch.
3. Cold water traveling down to empty stomach.
Three Favorite Feet Sensations:
1. Beach sand, after coming out of the water. I love walking against the sand to dry off my feet. Afterwards, everything just feels so smooth and hot.
2. Tickling.
3. Pair of thick socks (think hiking socks, SmartWool or L.L.Bean) right out of the dryer. It's like walking on melting butter.
1 comment:
i dont know if id have put tickling as a good foot sensation but then who knows what goes on in your mind?? and yes, we were again responsible for todays fire alarm.
Great 'picnic' btw xxxzxxxxx
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