Shanae Farrell: Flip the Script

This month is poetry month, and I thought a great way to start would be through what I like to call, “flipping the script”. Flipping the script means changing something you know into something bigger than what it is. What better way to do so than with poetry. Poetry allows you to compare and contrast, to use the abstract to discuss something simple. The best part about poetry is that there is no right or wrong. It is your opinion and your voice. Your interpretation is what matters most. Below is my poem of my experience of being a Lasallian Volunteer. I hope that you can reflect and see the bigger picture in it.

What I find most influential is that Lasallian Volunteers dedicate a year to give to others, and to reflect on what we have learned. My experience has been learning to accept. I have to allow myself to see things through my students’ eyes instead of my own. Think for a second. Isn’t that how God treats us as well? He accepts us as we are. I hope that through my poem you see how we are called to be teachers just as God teaches us.

An English Teacher’s Gospel

I prepped, planned,
and knew you by name
before you entered my classroom.
You ignored me,
barely said hello to me,
afraid to ask to use the restroom
And yet, I left the door open for you.
 
Slowly, I taught
grading by effort
not by your efficiency,
turning in crumpled homework,
missing your test days,
and I waited patiently
because I saw the good in you.
 
I remember the first day
you asked for me.
What joy it gave me.
You started with short phrases
that grew to complete sentences
to paragraphs that formed your story,
and I saw the potential in you.
 
I was ready for the days
when you didn’t get your way;
no work and all play,
disrupting the learning process
unaware and impatient
about the path you paved,
and I saw the weakness in you.
 
And sometimes I pushed.
I tested you.
Placed you on higher levels
and you threw your paper away
thinking that you were
unwilling and unable
and I saw the fear in you.
 
Although I was frustrated, angry,
when you didn’t understand,
I forgave you when you did wrong;
ready to start over,
correcting misspelled words, erasing commas,
as long as you listened and followed along
because I saw the heart in you.
 
The year’s lesson is almost over.
The introductory is done,
but more words need to be written
and I watch from a distance,
helping when needed.
I see your smile, esteem, and confidence.
I see the growth in you.
 
I had prepped, I had planned
knowing that your dreams and success
is happiness shared by me and you.
As you add pages and chapters
without fear or doubt
of your story coming true,
I know that just as you see me,
I see God in you too.
 

Now what happens when we become the students? And God our teacher? If you are open to it, replace the words “I” with “God” or “Him” and the words “you” with “I” or “me”. Instead of an English paper, replace the metaphors with words like prayer, kind words, and actions. See what moves you. I hope that my poem will help you to see how important it is to flip the script. Maybe your poem will become more like this…

An English Teacher’s Gospel

God prepped, planned,
and knew me by name
before I entered His presence.
I ignored Him,
barely said hello to Him,
afraid to ask for His assistance
And yet, He left the door open for me.
 
Slowly, God taught
grading by effort
not by my efficiency,
turning in crumpled offerings,
missing His test days,
and God waited patiently
because He saw the good in me.
 
God remembers the first day
I asked for Him.
What joy it gave Him.
I started with short prayers
that grew to complete prayers
to conversations I shared with Him,
and He saw the potential in me.
 
God was ready for the days
when I didn’t get my way;
no work and all play,
disrupting my learning process
unaware and impatient
about the path God paved,
and God saw the weakness in me.
 
And sometimes God pushed.
God tested me.
Placed me on higher levels
and I threw my path away
thinking that I was
unwilling and unable
and God saw the fear in me.
 
Although God was frustrated, angry,
when I didn’t understand,
God forgave me when I did wrong;
ready to start over,
correcting my ways, erasing faults,
as long as I listened and followed along
because God saw the heart in me.
 
The year’s lesson is almost over.
The beginning has just begun,
but more prayers need to be written
and God watches from a distance,
helping when needed.
God sees my smile, esteem, and confidence.
God sees the growth in me.
 
God had prepped, God had planned
knowing that my dreams and success
is happiness shared by God and me.
As I add pathways and experiences
without fear or doubt
of my spiritual story,
God knows that just as I see Him,
He sees God in me too.

 

Shanae Farrell, 12-14, John XXIII Educational Center, Racine, WI

 

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