tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post4511859164346532960..comments2023-10-18T08:54:01.163-03:00Comments on A Piece of My Mind: Poetry Train Monday - 12 - Playground Politics Grade 1Julia Phillips Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392455413201190775noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-32974542618501246402007-07-31T00:52:00.000-03:002007-07-31T00:52:00.000-03:00nah, they were still dullards. I hope you come by ...nah, they were still dullards. I hope you come by for some late night maniacsSparky Duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10599649584020982942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-66060023269613746992007-07-30T17:48:00.000-03:002007-07-30T17:48:00.000-03:00What's most interesting to me in this interesting-...What's most interesting to me in this interesting-in-many-ways poem is the idea of conformity. The "good kids" playing hopscotch conform in one way, which is engaging in behavior that would never lead them to being against the wall. Yet the "bad kids" who obediently stand against the wall when told to are displaying a conformity of their own. There's a level of "bad kid" that is more rare, and that's the kid who would say hell no, I'm not standing there, now what? And then there's the Possible Future Sociopath kid who is covertly up to all sorts of naughtiness that flies below the adult radar. This kid is often inciting other kids to do things that get them caught and punished while the PFS remains, in the eyes of the adults, a little sweetie. To me, those are the true "bad kids." The others are just kids who make mistakes or kids who question authority.Deweyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00395712971920800717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-5081621042066770352007-07-30T17:32:00.000-03:002007-07-30T17:32:00.000-03:00Like Susan I am very anxious for the next part. I ...Like Susan I am very anxious for the next part. I like the fact that the poem yanks you in so swiftly and craftily that suddenly we all are looking out thru the eyes of a child.Rhianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17825362911575046105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-80176660532295098652007-07-30T12:39:00.000-03:002007-07-30T12:39:00.000-03:00Interesting. It's so unlike who I was back then, I...Interesting. It's so unlike who I was back then, I'm really fascinated.<BR/><BR/>Can't wait for the next part!Susan Helene Gottfriedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12778191943289129869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-18741129425510902832007-07-30T12:28:00.000-03:002007-07-30T12:28:00.000-03:00LOL I taught kids like you! Actually, it brought ...LOL I taught kids like you! Actually, it brought me back to my own school days and the time two of my friends and I went to the beach during lunch hour. It was Grade Three and I remember thinking how great it was to just take off to go pick rocks and sea glass. Needless to say, the teacher and principal didn't think it was so great and neither did our parents!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-23902368908807365742007-07-30T12:22:00.000-03:002007-07-30T12:22:00.000-03:00Julia, I teach secondary classes. Nothing has chan...Julia, I teach secondary classes. Nothing has changed for the students or the teachers over the times.<BR/><BR/>I liked it very much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-4971853866882923172007-07-30T12:04:00.000-03:002007-07-30T12:04:00.000-03:00Awesome poem, yep brought me back to the good old ...Awesome poem, yep brought me back to the good old days in the *cough cough* early 80's when I first started school.Amy Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02212879406999128140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-50259592414416818892007-07-30T11:42:00.000-03:002007-07-30T11:42:00.000-03:00Terrific poem Julia, hard to believe you wrote tha...Terrific poem Julia, hard to believe you wrote that 20 years ago.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15696255304905485685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-67693027118254500802007-07-30T11:33:00.000-03:002007-07-30T11:33:00.000-03:00Great poem, Julia! I loved finding new places like...Great poem, Julia! I loved finding new places like that when I was in elementary school. Scary and cool all at the same time.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12777733587200293442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-43391169851179978912007-07-30T11:29:00.000-03:002007-07-30T11:29:00.000-03:00Sylvan interlude! Love that!Sylvan interlude! Love that!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-70481972074000942332007-07-30T10:26:00.000-03:002007-07-30T10:26:00.000-03:00Takes me back to the playground. Not always a fun ...Takes me back to the playground. Not always a fun spot. :)T.A.Chasehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05406355224426259202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-29471425390691470712007-07-30T09:43:00.000-03:002007-07-30T09:43:00.000-03:00"...And suddenlyThe ones playing hopscotchSeemed l..."...And suddenly<BR/>The ones playing hopscotch<BR/>Seemed like long lost sisters<BR/>Instead of the<BR/>Whining dullards<BR/>I had always known them to be..."<BR/><BR/>I remember when this happened to me, though the gender was different.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-30155344520347527832007-07-30T08:55:00.000-03:002007-07-30T08:55:00.000-03:00Ooh I was right there with you!Ooh I was right there with you!Akelamaluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11234268568845148285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-59778184828509600152007-07-30T03:48:00.000-03:002007-07-30T03:48:00.000-03:00this evokes those days of the playground so well. ...this evokes those days of the playground so well. the power of our imaginations vs. the power of conformityJoy Reneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04976987581528470589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-11270946277366560632007-07-30T01:28:00.000-03:002007-07-30T01:28:00.000-03:00Yeah, I understand being the "bad kid". I just did...Yeah, I understand being the "bad kid". I just didn't see it that way. I saw it more as being the "curious kid".<BR/><BR/>Still do. :DLisa Andelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15179973783013139285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-65111347391180682122007-07-30T00:40:00.000-03:002007-07-30T00:40:00.000-03:00Julia, this was awesome. Reminded me of my childho...Julia, this was awesome. Reminded me of my childhood somehow. Always finding my way to be me... =) Loved it!!Red Garnierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07379714849535935529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715650832746263882.post-90668935504008370882007-07-29T20:12:00.000-03:002007-07-29T20:12:00.000-03:00I like that. I was always the one finding the esc...I like that. I was always the one finding the escape route;-)Dara Edmondsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03074955377079380225noreply@blogger.com