A Poem for Me

Yesterday, I instructed my third year class to do a writing activity. Without them knowing what they will do, I asked them to cluster ideas about an object that they find amusing or that they find interesting. They have to describe or characterize that object. My second instruction was for them to write a name of any person who comes into their head or who they find interesting. Then, I asked them to write something about that person through the descriptions they made for the object.

PRESTO! One of them wrote something about... me:



Sir Jan
reminds me of the moon
daring a dark night, I find him
silent, inspiring, odd and weird.

I find him silent
in times of chaos and confusion
he is usually the last one to panic
he remains calm and stable

I also see him as inspiring
he always seems to have it
all figured out
he has smart answers for everything.

But I also see him
as weird and odd
he seems to be so different
from everybody

Like the moon
he gives light
in dark and confusing times
when we don't see clearly.



I am speechless.
Thanks, Jap.

Rain

one fine morning
before i entered my class
i was sitting in front
of my laptop
thinking, ruminating,
searching, seeking,
for what has been
and what will be
one fine morning
if found myself
trapped again in yet
another crossroad
where will i be
and what shall i do
in the next couple
of days, of months
and of years
one fine morning
time did not stand still
but continued to
tick and tack and
tick and tack,
filling the gap between
each moment
calling for a chance
to succumb
one fine morning
before i entered my class
i was sitting in front
of my laptop
thinking, ruminating,
searching, seeking,
then all of a sudden,
it rained.