A few weeks ago I participated in my very first Open Mic Night.
Originally I went because I was working on an article for my News Journalism class, but after many of my friends, and a couple of my professors, continued to ask me if I was going to read anything I finally got up and read two poems.
The first, a little ditty that I enjoyed from the movie Cocktail called Last Barman Poet, that I dedicated to my professors, one of which was at the bar getting another beer. (how ironic!) The second poem that I read, however, was a very serious poem that I believe every high school student should read or know about.
I am usually not much of a poetry buff, but this is one of my favorite poems that also sends a powerful message.
The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone, from the beginning…
to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth, and now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash.
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard; are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough to consider what’s true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more, and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile, remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say…
about how you spent YOUR dash?
-Linda Ellis
I believe that as a high school teacher, it is one of our jobs to prepare students for the real world. I know that when I was in high school, an even in college, we become so used to the normal every day occurrences that we sometimes forget about what could happen or is happening outside of our little bubble. Every student and person within the school system is dealing with their own problems outside of the classroom. We often forget that the real world is waiting for all of us.
Students should not be taught as factory zombies who do as they are told, but rather as people who will someday have to make their own choices. Who have their own ideas. Who have their own struggles.
Yes, reading often helps us to escape from reality. But often times it is also reading that helps us come back to reality.