Grow Up

December 6, 2013

I walk into my classroom

I look around

Teachers everywhere

I hear echoes saying, “Grow up. Grow up. Grow up.

In reality, Focus. Future. Focus. Future.

Teachers and adults are saying the words so much

They are living the lie themselves

Question is, “when does one grow up”?

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