Judy Endow, MSW
Too much new
for back to school
is
why I just
don’t like it,
though
each new thing
all
by itself
is entirely
acceptable.
New
shiny shoes
I
do so love
new
ribbons in my
hair
a freshly pressed
brand
new pink dress
Oh
…….
ain’t I
debonair!
My
satchel packed
with
all new things
with all the stuff I
need
sits on
the floor
next to the
door
just waiting
for me
to leave!
New
class lists
posted on the
doors;
the students find their
names.
They take their
seats
and wait to
see
what will
this brand new teacher
say!
“Unpack
supplies.
Get settled in.
My name is on the
board.”
On and on
her voice keeps
speaking
way much
too many
words.
Her
voice
plows
on
it will not
quit.
Words heap up in a pile,
while yellow
chalk
adds to the
talk.
School
just ain’t
my
style.
Time
for
recess.
Go
outside.
New
playground has no
shade.
Kids
race about;
they run and
shout.
At
recess
I might
die.
I stand
real
still
and close
my
eyes.
The
teacher comes
by
me.
She
does
smell
nice,
but
I’ve
made up
my
mind…..
I right now
quit
third grade.
—-
This poem was originally published in Judy’s book Making Lemonade: Hints for Autism’s Helpers.
