I will be writing more about public schools, but I took a week to enhance my poetry skills and here is one of the poems.
The workbench is crawling with tech; a monitor, keyboard,
two computers, cords, CDs, wires, drives, speakers and power strips.
You stand there, smiling, with something in your hand I cannot name.
My hard drive has crashed and neither Josh nor John can save it.
You, who always learn by seeing, hook up my drive
to the old operating system on the network, then hook up your drive
to the new operating system on the network.
The data is easily transferred, and you are in your happy place.
“Friggin’ genius,” your counselor would say.