John reads a section of his poem/chapbook "For a minute there, it seemed like something was happening." He also discusses graduation season, balancing fear and risk, and breaking free from the past.
For all the youngsters stepping over the threshold on the way out .As teachers we know , we accompany them up to a certain part and then , hoping we have done our job , wish them well .
My hope is that we let them go and give them enough of the world as they go. My fear is that they don't have enough space, that we're clogging up the works, ruining things faster than they can be fixed. I'm afraid of us, not them.
For all the youngsters stepping over the threshold on the way out .As teachers we know , we accompany them up to a certain part and then , hoping we have done our job , wish them well .
My hope is that we let them go and give them enough of the world as they go. My fear is that they don't have enough space, that we're clogging up the works, ruining things faster than they can be fixed. I'm afraid of us, not them.