Author Archives: Sabrina

Hundeez Donedeez

September was full of motivation
Understanding the situation
Of being put into lecture for endless hours
And forgetting to make time to shower.
Scaffold. Reflect. Reflect some more.
That’s what copy and paste is for!
November gave us a little taste
Of the class we would be placed
No! You don’t get a break.
Lesson plans that make your eyes ache
Classroom management and assessment
Yes, you always have to be present.
February brought on practicum
And snow days for everyone.
Trying to remember anything useful
From my fraudulent box of “teaching tools.”
Finally made it to spring break
Wondering if your FA made a mistake
But when you got that pass
You made sure to run fast
Straight towards your CFE
WHY CAN’T TEO JUST LET ME BE
(But Switzerland was pretty sweet)
Flew back Sunday
UBC Monday
Made beer BAE
To get through May
Heard “We pay 75 bucks a class”
Just to warm the seats with our ass.
Then Christmas came
With real jobs that paid.
Battle through June
Keeping telling myself we’ll be done soon.
Science world was all the rage
But I wish I didn’t see my classmate climb that cage.
Ending the program in Kedrick’s class
August eleventh came too fast.

Proxy Poem

Finding beauty in the sunlight

You hold it in with all your might

Search the distance for good weather

Just to feel light as a feather

You look too far for happiness

Trying to live without regrets

Forgot to look down at your feet

Where your happiness and ground greet

No longer placed in barren soil

But standing in the deep green depths

Of your own self grown forest

Dhaliwal Assignment 2

Pull. Press. Hold and clutch.
She begins to make a fuss
Waking up from a sleep
of meandering dreams
Where she follows the cliffs
and curves of an island. Instead,
She begins to settle for what comes next
No twists no turns not even a little risk.
Just a straight road to a stall
Where she is forced to sit.
She craves the company of the pavement
The intimacy of a lean
Forced hugs that knock you off your feet
Loud whispers and soft screams
To complement inconstant speeds.
Adventures that turn into memories
She rides out this back and forth routine
Hoping for a detour
through uncertainty.

Walk slow on the path as if you’re treading water.

Swaying your arms front to side

Treading the air

The tips of your fingers brushing the edge of bushes.

Floating down the path

You pass the train tracks.

Listening to the leaves

crashing against the current of the wind

You breathe in the sea salt

And sink into the layers of mud.

You

Are attached to me like a

One

Two

Three

Four

Fifth

Sixth finger.

Hands tightly wrapped around the curves

The outline

Of your casing.

The walls that keep you together

The guards that protect you when you start to fall.

But when you fall

You fall hard.

So I keep my hand held tightly

Around my handheld device.