“What
happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry
up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester
like a sore--And then run? Does it stink
like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar
over--like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just
sags like a heavy load. Or does it
explode?”
I listened to the sweet voice of
Taniqua reading the beautiful poem of Langston Hughes. She had chosen the theme of “Dreams” for her
poetry book, and she was presenting it to the class. I marveled at her careful illustration of the
lost dream drying up, festering, stinking, sagging, and finally exploding.
Sometimes when you see an
exceptional student presentation, you are able to step out of your role of
teacher and just become an appreciative audience member lost in the beautiful
sights and sounds. My stressful day was
melting away as I soaked in Taniqua’s astonishing presentation.
“I liked my last poem by Mr. Hughes so
much that I memorized it,” Taniqua softly announced.
This
girl just keeps getting better and better, I thought. As Taniqua recited, I
found myself closing my eyes and listening.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
I led the class in vigorously applauding
Taniqua as she sat down.
“Taniqua, your presentation was just
amazing. Such a wonderful job! Do you mind leaving your copy of “Dream
Deferred” up front so we can all enjoy how you illustrated it for a few more
days?”
Taniqua shyly nodded yes. She was positively beaming with the praise
being heaped upon her. And she deserved
it. I know we’re not supposed to have
favorites, but Taniqua was my favorite today.
Every year during the poetry unit, I feel like I’m pulling teeth trying to
get middle school kids interested. I had
spent the last 25 minutes listening to sad, pathetic projects. Taniqua’s presentation was a cool, refreshing
breeze. It’s always my dream to help
students fall in love with poetry, and I was enjoying the warm feeling of
success today.
We had 15 minutes left of
class. Just enough time to review for
the Unit Test tomorrow.
Naomi’s hand shot up. I had worked hard to ignore her bored slouch
during Taniqua’s presentation. She had
spent the last 30 minutes yawning and looking out the window.
“Yes Naomi?”
“Mrs. Jones, I am so inspired by
Taniqua’s poems, I want to think about dreams some more.”
I eyed her suspiciously. “Really,” I deadpanned. “And how do you want to think about them?”
Naomi stared back evenly at me, a
smirky smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Then came the snarky comment.
“I think we should all just sit back and
daydream until the bell rings.”
Aaaaand
the dream dries up.
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