An Ode to Eyes

Today was the all-school volleyball tournament. My team consisted of 7 students and 1 other teacher. We were alright, although we only won one game. In the end though, only one highlight sticks out in my mind. One of my favorite students went up to spike the ball and I (on the opposing team) leaped up to block the spike. I ended up blocking the spike with my face. My glasses smashed up against my nose and fell to the floor. The crowd thought it was amazing. I thought my glasses were broken. Thankfully, they were just a little bent. After the tournament I proceeded to bend them back into place...I ended up snapping them right in half. I was so pissed. Here is a poem I wrote about it...it was quite cathartic.

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Problems are Larger Than They Appear
Subtitled: Five Senses

Anger fills me.
It's not that big of a deal.
I only broke my glasses
I can still hear, taste, talk, and feel.

Scratch that!
I'm in shock
For I am in Japan
and Japanese I cannot talk.

Wait, it gets worse
difficult questions are what I fear
the optometrist asking
and I unable to interpretively hear.

Oh well, oh well.
It's not all a waste.
I can still do lots of things,
like feel angry and taste.

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