The Vessel: Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now. (365 Creative Writing Prompts)
Colorful paper hangs on the walls highlighting the things I have tried to embed in my students over the course of the year. My desk is cluttered with papers needing grading, broken pencils, and drawings given to me by my students. While I want to feel enlightened, positive and smiling like the posters on the classroom wall, I feel far more like my desk – drowning in clutter and monotony.
Any teacher will tell you the challenges of teaching, the work at home, the pressure of standardized tests, the behaviors of students, but I want to tell you the secret wish of teachers – or at least of myself. To leave. To get up from behind the piles of grading and planning, to be staring at a room full of faces that aren’t listening, to drop the white board marker or chalk in hand and to walk out.
Now under normal circumstances, I would never even consider doing this, despite my wish. Students may be a pain, but I am committed to my job. I chose it after all. But this is not a story of normal circumstances. This is a story of the day things changed, of the day my wish came true and I left.
The morning started as normal, students shuffling in, grabbing a breakfast bag, talking loudly across the classroom, while I walked around and chatted with them. After eating, we moved right along and began vocabulary. Coincidentally, one of our words was “wanderlust.” We discussed its meaning and where we might go. Many of my students have never left the city. With that their concept of the world and all its possibilities are limited. Some said they would want to travel “downtown,” other expressed interest in New York City, Atlanta, and Disney World. One student said he would want to travel to Japan.
Lanae asked, “Where would you want to go?”
The question caught me off guard, although it shouldn’t have, my students always almost ask me the same questions they are encouraged to ponder.
“Well,” I replied, “there are so many places I haven’t been or seen, I would want to travel everywhere. All across the United States, all across the world. There are so many things I would be interested in seeing and learning about. It would probably make me a better teacher.”
The students considered this, and we moved on to our next word. The day continued uneventful. We read our novel, The World According to Humphrey, the students went to gym, and to lunch.
After lunch the day started to get weird. When I picked my students up, I was angry. Three of them had been throwing food, which is a big deal and were in a lot of trouble. Someone else had one of their snacks stolen and we couldn’t figure out who did it. The rest of the class was talkative, amplified by all the things that had happened at lunch. It gave lots of fuel for conversations, arguments, and accusations. Nonetheless, we tried to continue with our day. While the lesson progressed I glanced out the window regularly. What had been a beautiful spring day was becoming overcast. Rain was almost a guarantee, meaning no outdoor recess – the highlight of the day. There was a lot of noise in the hall. Students, feet, grumbling. All of the sudden the sound turned into more of a rushing of wind. I could see the trees blowing outside, but that did not explain the blowing coming from the hallway. The whooshing got louder. Even my students began to notice the change. Some anxiously looked out the windows. Several tried to get out of their seats to look out the door.
The howling wind slowed, but a sloshing sound took over, a trickle of water started coming through the door. I looked into the hallway, but in front of the normal brick and locker covered walls, was several feet of water and a large pirate esque boat. I blink. My jaw dropped.
Edward said, “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
I felt a pull toward the ship. An urge to open the door and leave. I always wanted to, didn’t I? Was this my opportunity? I had to take it, but I paused. Where would it go? Why was there no announcements? Why was there no administration in the hall?Despite my questions, the ship tugged at my body and soul, my hand tightened on the door knob. I turned to face my class with a smile.
“Line up silently. We are going on a field trip.”
I don’t know what made me line them. Perhaps it was faith in something amazing happening. Perhaps it was momentary insanity. Perhaps it was the feeling of responsibility that came with being a teacher.
The students at the front of the line could now see what made my jaw drop. There eyes were wide with wonder and awe; some were shocked with disbelief. But each of them trusting me.
I said, “Something magical is happening. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I think it is important that we embrace this opportunity. It could be scary; it might be a little dangerous. You must listen and follow my directions no matter what. If you don’t want to participate, I will send you to the other second grade.”
No one protested. The class was quietest they had been in days.
“Yes!” Some shouted.
I turned the knob and pushed the door open. It didn’t resist despite the water.
A voice yelled from the ship, “A’HOY! Are you looking for adventure?”
Edward shouted back, “Are you a pirate?!” “Come aboard and find out,” he offered. A plank emerged from the side of the boat and stopped at our door. I boarded and counted each student as they followed.
The man appeared in front of us, at the wheel of the boat. He had a white sailor’s cap and a blue pea coat.
“You don’t look like a pirate,” sighed Edward.
“No,” said the man, “but I can show you anything in the world on this ship. We can sail across oceans, fly over mountains, float into space. That must be a fair bit better than sitting in a boring classroom. Where shall we go first?”
A myriad of answers was flown from my students, but the man looked at me.
“We want to see everything. How much time do we have?”
“I can get you everyday.”
“Then let’s get started.”
He smiled and the wind began to howl. The student held onto the polished wood railings, the white sails billowed in the wind, and suddenly we were flying over America. Perhaps I could escape and be a good teacher at the same time. Only time will tell.