I am in a classroom nine years ago.
My first day. Drops of sweat find the floor beside me. 

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Leaves of Paper: Poems and Stories About Teaching

First Day

 

I am in a classroom nine years ago.

My first day. Drops of sweat find the floor beside me.

I'm not ready to be someone else, so I'm myself.

Note to myself: you are not intimidating.

Every day's lesson getting planned the night

or hour or minute before.

Nobody's checking on me.

I'm in charge of 115 young minds for

Forty-two minutes a pop

And I've never been fully in charge

of my own mind.