Fifth Grade

Missing the first day
Is a lot like moving to a new school,
Rules are missed,
Prime seats are taken.
And so began fifth grade…
Where my first year teacher
Would struggle to find a balance
Between her teacher’s voice and
The friendly one
Teachers prefer to use.
She called my house
Because I was a punk.
She took my recess
Because I was a jerk.
I think she stopped short
Of sending me to the office
Just because it was her first year.
That year I learned about
Spit balls and digital watches,
Frisbees and pine cone fights,
And the Virginia history of independence.
Back then, I had no idea
That history was so one sided.