When I first began teaching there were no such things as cell phones. Notes being passed were the mode of sly communication for the teenager. I don't find notes on the floor or intercept them anymore like the old days. I've often said that if I'd kept all of the notes I picked up and intercepted during my early days they would've made an interesting book--Tales from the Classroom Floor.
This week a note was left on the floor in the library...typical of teenage love at its purest:
To my dearest (name withheld)
I got a poem for you (:
roses are red, violets are blue
every minute I'd be thinking of you
leaves turn green, bananas turn brown
whenever I'm with you, I never frown
you make me laugh, you never make me cry
you give me a reason to live, you give me a reason to die
you've lent me a shoulder to lean on and a helping hand and now I ask you
will you be my girlfriend?
In the midst of tragic news over teenage bullying and bad decision-making leading to suicides. This reminds me, we have to remember these are young adults trying to navigate the world of relationships and figuring out how to love and be loved. Regardless of who it is they choose to love.
I don't know who wrote this or who received it or what the answer is, but to me it's a poignant reminder of the innocence of youth.
1 comments:
The note you found makes me smile. Just this morning I saw two bashful freshmen walking through the stacks holding hands and giving each other the goofiest lovestruck grins you have ever seen. Gotta love our jobs!
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