Ok so perhaps I exaggerate a little but I’m so proud I could burst.
My son has a horrible teacher this year. I’ve gone to the principal (which did absolutely NO good, and I’m actually still waiting for a returned phone call nearly 2 months later) and they’ve offered him nothing in the line of help with her. For whatever reason, she hates him. It’s the first time, and his father and I are baffled. The only thing we can think of, is that he’s a blatant procrastinator and it offends her. He comes from a long line of them, so as much as we try to chastise, we oftentimes end up relating more than reprimanding.
The current theme in class is dreams. They have to chart what they do before they go to bed, how long they sleep, if they had any dreams, etc. He’s always been a person that slept hard, he never talked much about dreams as a little boy, and had a bout with night terrors from 6-8 yrs old. Dreaming has never been his strong suit. So he’s been wracking his brain for a dream to use for his current project, a 20 line poem about a dream. He didn’t want to use a nightmare, and spent hours trying to think of one.
I just went in to tuck him in, and he wanted to read me the poem. I’m posting it for your reading pleasure as well 
Dream Poem
by: Alex
As I sit at my desk,
I get very mad
My teachers gave homework,
and I feel so sad.
They want a long poem
about a weird dream,
but dreams in my head
are like melted ice cream.
The only dreams I remember
are terrifying and scary,
Like a giant red monster,
evil and hairy.
I sit at my desk
from three to eight thirty,
Not a word on my paper,
my eraser is dirty.
As I sit here thinking,
I have a great thought!
I’ll write a great poem
about dreams, but not.
So here’s my cool poem
about dreams I don’t know,
They play on through the night
but before morning, they go.
Sigh… I hope the meanie teacher will give him credit for doing a good job, even if he couldn’t think of a dream to use. Oh and yes…that’s a grenade on his shirt modeling his hippie wig for Halloween, committing some sort of extreme hippie sacrilege. My son the rabble rouser.
