“My dad said if I don’t get good grades he’ll throw you away!”
“Well too bad! I wait here all day and your dad unplugs me. “Hey Angel, pick up my controllers and play!” I had the students list some inanimate objects (some of my favorites they listed were “Colorado,” “egg shells,” and “my blood.”) Then they were to write poems where an inanimate object taught THEM something, to piggy back off the week before where they taught someone else something. This week we looked at Frank O’Hara’s “A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island.” In it, Frank has a conversation with the sun where the sun tell Frank not to worry about anything, just keep writing.
