Friday, February 6, 2009

Poem... Ry Posty Style

Everyday we live by rules that govern our lives and actions; most of the time it is because we are afraid of breaking apart and doing our own thing. We are involved in groups to which we are a part of and conform to so that we won't be outcasts. This is very evident in the novel 1984 by George Orwell. In these groups there are always rules that we follow in order to belong. We recently read "Girl" by Jamiaca Kincaid in class, I used this as a reference and wrote a poem in this style. My poem is about one of my classes and specifically one of my teachers, and the rules that are involved in being in his class. He is a very good teacher and a great man, with a few... quirks. 
Ry Posty

You must always ask lots of questions even if you don't have any; you must never eat in class; don't ever drink in class; don't be disrespectful, or text; don't wear a hat; don't be ashamed of your hat hair; you must never put your foot up on the desk; don't allow him to lose his train of thought because he definitely will; always always always let him speak even though his explanations go for about five minutes and overexplain everything; there is always something useful within his explanations; you will get a nickname and you must love, love, love your nickname; don't be Nick Gutgarts; don't sleep or even put your head down on your desk; don't be or act like Steven Lerche, nothing good will come of that; don't argue things whether you are right or wrong especially if they are meaningless and stupid; be David Nathin; be a little bit nerdy but a lot cool; always have good intentions; you must not love math, but worship math; always laugh at lame jokes; don't ever question him; let him dance and sing in class; don't try to have pencil or pen out when going over the midterm; feel his energy; idolize his intensity; don't be a plant when there is no sun out to osmosisly learn stats; be awake during first period, he sure will be; don't EVER be late, like Eric Muller; be ready to start class... before the bell; don't open the window because he will freeze; realize you are in an A.P. class and work accordingly; do your work even when there is a sub; love his lessons; ignore the weird hand motions; you must always communicate; try to understand his explanations; go for extra help, he loves the interaction; did mention to embrace your nickname?; go with him on his journey; go to Starbucks to study for the midterm, going with Dave Nathin is a bonus; don't just smile and nod if you don't get something; you must always have many different ways to explain the same thing; learn how to clap really loud; don't get flustered when he calls you an unexpected name, i have already warned you about the nicknames; always pay attention to him, you are bound to miss something important if you don't; always be ready to help or finish his sentences; always remember that you are taking the AP test at the end of the year; always remember that Caroline is a secret genius, with a bad attitude; wearing an oversized backpack is just natural so don't be ashamed; allow him to make up ridiculous songs about math/functions and enjoy them; keep raising your hand even though it never seems like he will get to your question.

4 comments:

  1. Although I have never had Mr.Postman as a teacher I felt like I could relate to your poem because many teachers have strange ways of teaching and rules to follow. The rules sounded like many I have heard before in various classes I have taken. I love your gadget on the side of the page about college sports because I play basketball and could appreciate the sport and understand the scores. I love the green template; its my favorite color!

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  2. You capture "Ry Posty" so well in your poem. This character really comes to life. Overall this poem is a great combination of basic classroom rules and specific "Ry Posty" rules. Nice job Cady!

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  3. Great Poem. How boring was class today? I almost fell asleep. You captured the atmosphere of the class well. Postman is quite the character and is so passionate about math, which you get across in the poem. I like the sports gadget, maybe you can add another one to fill the page. I like the link saying Mr. Saxon is Delicious.

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  4. Haha wow, Caitie I liked this. I've never had Postman but I've heard stories... I swear, without some of the specifics in there (that really give the poem its charm), this could relate to almost every teacher. I love that. So many teachers have their little quirks that we as students have to learn to put up with and your poem really captured that...Remember Lehmann??

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