I Walk On Through

I walk on through the halls,
Of –
these places once unknown to me.

I reminisce about those who-
once upon a time I met
in the classroom corridors.

I stop and view the scenery
Of learning right in front of me.

I think about the memories-
that have shaped me.

I view the waves of students who unlike me are me.

When yesterday is gone today;
Tomorrow beckons nightfall,
This final moment here;
right now.

Memories take shape,
I think about these things again.

The late nights in the library,
or that time when,
and that boy who-

Time will fade,
and you won’t recall some names;
friendships change.

Look back-
Remember;
The halls that we once stepped through.

Observing The Classroom

I had the opportunity to sit in a classroom and observe.

No mandatory participation just observation.

I was able to observe the learning I long participated in for a little more than a decade of my life; in between student and professor, I was neither one. I was able to sit and watch the learning of newcomers to an experience that I have completed.

Observing the prolific professor discuss the content and watch the students take in learning was a different and yet important experience.  Watching the students with their different learning styles take in the knowledge then share what they thought gave me something to think about.

As a student I am always concerned with either one of three things:

  1. How much do I have to participate today? (This depends on the discussion
    of the classroom, but never applies to an independent study.)
  2. What tidbits of information do I have to pay real attention to?
  3. When is the break? (Three-hour evening courses require a break.)

The great thing about simply sitting in a class and listening with no real stake in the game  was observing.

The art of teaching and the art of learning are intertwined.

Watching nervous students learn about their voice and how to express their thoughts is quite fascinating.

Opening up a mind is a fascinating thing; guiding the student to step into the pool of knowledge, tapping into a new found wisdom is the purpose of teaching. What I saw from the perspective of neither student nor teacher was a flower in bloom.

The student beginning to open up to the sunlight nourished by the water of knowledge that feeds you until full bloom; the light of learning grows you.

I am biased about reading and learning but I truly believe there is a sort of magic that happens in a classroom, a magic that roams the halls of education; an aura of transition lingers anywhere you learn.

Taking a step back from learning and viewing from a different perspective; I was able to observe the active process of learning and teaching.

Reflecting on the things I have seen; the teachers and professors I have experienced I have realized that the best instructors are those who can connect with their students; those who can ignite a spark over and over again without effort.  Those teachers who do not stand on their pedagogy and recite and retell their pretentious styles or flaunt their letters; but rather those who are not scared to have a real discussion with their students and tell them what is fucked up in their discipline, what is out there in the real world, those who take the time to listen to ideas and those who can engage the mind are those who have the biggest impact. It is those professors who give you the tools but do not tell you where or how to dig for knowledge but work with you in your excavation for personal truth are the ones who shape and guide the changes of tomorrow.

Educators come in all shapes and forms and professions, they are not restricted to a classroom. Sharing knowledge and wisdom in a way that alters a mind, even just one is what matters most. Not the theories or methods or the discipline itself but rather the learning.

Learning is the process that creates ideas and alters thought process which leads to growth.

I did not simply observe a classroom today, I learned.

In a Series of Events

In a series of events
I discovered something new.

Everything which was once tucked away
Has risen to the top.

An overflow-
emotions spewing over—lava
A volcano—the essence of all I am.

A catastrophic engagement
Lit up everything.

That which never existed,
Began to run askew.
Confusion arose in a passionate kiss.

Awakening my spirit,
Through the chaos, into the world
Creating its release.

The wall came tumbling down
In the instant, your lips met mine.

The moment you looked at me;
My world shifted,
My mind fled
Escaping reality.

Let’s Find a Place

Let us find a place

To be alone

Where we can hide away
From gazing eyes

A please where you can hug my curves
Touch my body
Spread my thighs
Taste my flesh
Feel our warmth
As you plunge inside

Let’s find a place to be alone