Spencer+Reeve


 * Genre Reflection 3- The End **

**It came kind of quickly** **The end did.**

**It started out so easy** **Sitting in the class** **Watching everything just kind of** **Happen**

**Then eventually it was my turn** **To head the room** **It went well** **almost problem free**

**And finally my over analyzing** **Planning** **And thinking came in handy**

**I had no problem figuring out what worked** **and what didn't**

**and just when I finally stated** **finding my stride** **and my voice** **it was here**

**The End.** **__________________________________________________________________________**
 * Genre Reflection 2- Open letter to future me. **
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**Dear Mr. Reeve,**

**I don't know if you remember me, but I was you while you were in TOSS. I know this whole ghost of Christmas past routine is probably cliché to the point of being trite, but I was really hoping you could answer some questions for me. First off, how is work going? What are you doing these days? Right now I can see myself teaching in the future. Just the other day I walked into the class with three hours of on and off sleep. I wasn't fully prepared and had a huge headache, but once the class got started I couldn't stop smiling and joking with the kids. Speaking of the kids hey seem to love me right now. I think it's partially due to my age. It could also have something to do with me letting it sleep that I plaid video games. If you're teaching these days do the kids still like you? Have you figured out how to calm them down or get them to listen? I noticed that sometimes saying, “guys!” does the trick and other times... well other times it takes a little more coercion.** **What are you teaching in class? I got stuck with persuasive writing. Remember this stuff? I'm trying to explain to the kids how to make someone want or believe the same things they do, but the kids are struggling. As it turns out being in eighth grade means they're pretty egocentric. So when they want something they can't understand how others wouldn't want it also. As you can imagine that's made thing as harder than I would have liked. It isn't all bad though. I got to give a lecture about Voltron being superior to Optimus Prime, and some of the kids even seemed to like it! Of course when I asked them to write about something they liked and tell me why I should like it too all I got back was bullet list of things and why those things were cool.** **I don't really know what else to say. I hope, now matter what you're doing these days, you're enjoying your work. I may not be completely sold on this teaching thing as a life long profession yet, but I can't really see any other reasonably ease to obtain job I'd like to have. Who knows though, maybe in your time giant robot pilot is finally a career choice. If so I hope you're driving the hell out of that robot.**

**Love** **Spencer Reeve (circa 2010)**


 * Genre Reflection 1- is a poem in the my greatest attempt to be the only poet I truly admire Shel Silverstein. It comes up short, but I am used to producing sub-standard work. **

**Hoyt** By Spencer Reeve

You can hear him in the hall CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP The mismatched boots' mating call STOMP STOMP STOMP “Hi Hoyt, how are you?” we ask as you bust in the door In return you asks question that you already know Or don't care the answer for

And those test, those test all teachers hate clearly state your intelligence is all over the place You're smarter than most, but with ADHD and you have an emotion disorder which means you're quick to get angry

So when we ask “Hi Hoyt, how are you?” you'll say “fine” angrily, And we'll all know it isn't true