As an education major, I’m required to attend music classes at one of the local elementary schools and observe classroom procedures. Generally, the experience is about as awkward as it sounds; I sit on a chair toward the back of the room, notebook in hand, and just watch as the teacher tries to corral a bunch of kindergarteners who keep glancing furtively at me, like they never knew college students were a thing. The only time I get to directly interact with them (usually by just waving and smiling) is when they all arrange themselves in “line order” and wait to be released.
Last week, some of the kids were brave enough to actually say words to me! Our conversation went something like this:
“Why are you here?” asked the two-foot-tall boy who’d insisted on giving me a hug the first time he saw me.
I made my reply as provocative as I could without sounding too creepy.
“To watch you guys,” I said. The kids chittered.
“Why?” one of the girls asked.
“Because you’re interesting.” I raised my eyebrows as they all laughed, apparently delighted at the outrageous notion that someone found them worth watching.
Ah, childhood. Sometimes I forget what bizarre, amusing creatures kids are–and, more importantly, what it’s like to be one of them.
Which brings me to this poem.
Easy to Please
What brings a flock
of bright-eyed elementary schoolers
to a college campus for a field trip?
Ask their teacher
and the answer will be something like:
“Your science department
with its planetarium
and instrumental chemistry labs
is such a fine establishment.
These children
came here to hear about Pluto
and to engage in that age-old discussion:
‘Is it a planet?’
A learning experience.”
She’ll nudge forward
one of her brightest
to inform you
what he liked best about his journey
into this realm of research
and higher education.
He’ll say something about how
interesting it is-
the thing about Pluto.
But later on
he and his friends will still be exclaiming
about how cool it was
to eat in the university cafeteria
surrounded by all of those prestigious college kids
and how-
get this-
in the cafeteria,
they serve ice cream
every day.
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