Last night my wife and I attended an open house for parents at our oldest son’s elementary school. He started there a couple of weeks ago. It was great to hear an overview of how he spends his time in class and to see some of his school work.
As I sat on one of the small chairs in his classroom, I thought about Sedge Garden Elementary School in Kernersville, North Carolina, where I went as a young boy. Its old buildings were replaced with new ones that included air conditioning soon after I moved on to middle school. Somewhere I still have part of a brick from those old buildings — a relic, I suppose. Anyway, let’s write haiku about going to school:
Air conditioning
at school used to mean that we
opened the windows.
You can be profound or funny or even a little sad about it. Memories of school days bring with them a wide range of emotions. So pick one of those memories and write one verse with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line. Then share it in the comments, remembering that you don’t need to use your real name to participate.
Tumbleweed Almanac 
The most wonderful
day of the year! First as a
student, now as Mom.
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the tone of the year
determined by the answer:
who is my teacher???
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Off to boarding school
At the age of eleven-terrified
Wasn’t that bad-liked it
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First Grade in forty four;
I was with the big boys now.
We were beating the Germans.
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School nurse won’t call Dad—
rushed to the hospital, blue,
near dead from asthma.
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In school two weeks now
This is my last semester
The end… it feels weird
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An old friend from high school sent me this one:
So many stories —
Good, bad, unforgettable.
Lost in thought, school days.
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Another friend sent me this haiku:
I still go to school
Although I’m forty-seven.
Learning is such fun.
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Someone at church had this to say:
First day at new school
Kid punched me on the playground;
Became my best friend.
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Here’s another haiku from someone at church:
Higher plane of thought
Finished with raising kids now
Life is my new school
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This comes from another parent with children in school:
If they don’t want kids
To eat paste, then why does it
Taste like peppermint?
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