There have been some sterling additions to the education poetry slam, and I thought they deserved a post of their own rather than languishing as the great (often) unread in the comments section 🙂 So here you go..
Assess the mundane
Spend hours on data entry
Where has the joy gone?
Key is not the key
to Kiwi education
He’s the harbinger!
Don’t matter’- too to kore
They do to our kids!!!
by PPTA Professional on Twitter
National Government education reforms
Are now NZ’ s national standards norms
The sector doesn’t need this accountability
Because teachers know what they can see!
Overall teacher judgments no longer enough
Instead we have this computer PaC tool stuff
What about the review of the Teachers’ Council
But that’s not the end, there’s Charter Schools, still!
And now for Mr Boon’s masterpiece rewriting of The Sneetches, I give you The Teachers:
Now the Star-rated teachers had contracts with stars.
The Plain-rated teachers had none upon thars.
The stars weren’t so big; they were really quite small.
You would think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all.
But because they had stars, all the Star-rated teachers
would brag, “We’re the best kind of teach who can teaches.”
With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they’d snort,
“We’ll have nothing to do with the plain-rated sort.”
And whenever they met some, when they were out walking,
they’d saunter right past them without even talking.
When the Star-rated teachers went along to PD,
could the Plain-rated get in the game? Oh not thee!
You could only attend if your contract had stars,
and the Plain-rated teachers had none upon thars.
When the Star-rated teachers had after-work drinks,
or meetings or cuppas or pedogogical thinks,
they never invited the Plain-rated teachers.
Left them out cold in the dark near the bleachers.
Kept them away; never let them come near,
and that’s how they treated them year after year.
Then one day, it seems, while the Plain-rated teachers
were moping and doping alone on the bleachers,
sitting there, wishing their contracts had stars,
a stranger zipped up in the strangest of cars.
“My friends, ” he announced in a voice clear and free,
“My name is Bill Gates Murdoch Koch Michelle Rhee.
I’ve heard of your troubles; I’ve heard you’re unhappy.
But I can fix that; I’m the fix-it-up chappie.
I’ve come here to help you; I have what you need.
My prices are low, and I work with great speed,
and my work is one hundred per cent guaranteed.”
Read the rest of this gem here. You should also follow his blog – Boonman doesn’t post often, but when it does it is well worth reading.
Right, after all that poetry you are surely feeling inspired, so do feel free to add your own masterpieces in the comments below or as send as an email (sosmail.gmail.com) or Tweet and I will do a post showcasing the new additions.
I will leave you with my own offering:
it doesn’t matter
Or covered in sores
your tummy is growling
you’re cold to your core
You’ve no comics or books
and no-one to read with
and no-one has time
– who can you plead with?
we want to inspire you
to celebrate your skills
develop your talents
and show them you will
astound with your writing
amaze with your art
code something awesome
show that you’re smart
okay, you can’t focus
or think school’s a joke
or think it’s all pointless
because you’re all broke
even when you don’t know
what’s coming next
you’re meant to succeed
to be a success
below the standard
we’ll take the blame
because Hekia says
your chance is the same