Monday, April 5, 2010

An Ode to the Timed Essay: From a Seventh-Grade English Teacher

An Ode to the Timed Essay

The percussive punching of laptop keys.
The delicate surgery of longhand composition—
in each student’s hand, a pencil/scalpel.

Stares around the room—
concentrated, eyes narrowed;
distant, unseeing from exhaustion;
bug-eyed, eyebrows raised: that’s frustration.

Silent yawns become watery eyes.

Sneezes muffled in arm crooks.
Deep breaths sucked in
then forced out through sealed lips (bangs fluttering).

Legs kick beneath the table—
they want to be anywhere but here.

1 comment:

  1. Andy,
    I saw the ode and thought it would be great to send to 7th grade English teachers. Then I realized it was your site :-)
    Made me smile!