In general — I.School

I thought of the song, The General, by Dispatch and IF I were to mess with the lyrics, it would sound like this: Sorry Dispatch… (and it helps to know the song).

There was a general teacher with a heart of gold (?) That likened her to all the stories she told, of past battles won and lost and the legends of old. A seasoned veteran in her own time.

In the classroom she gained respect and praise, She got placards from bosses misspelling her name; She wrote blogs as soon as she could, and always urged her kids on….

But in the Fall of covid and harshness she had seen, the general teacher tossed and turned in her dream, and she got up and wrote what she believed, and stayed softly in her her own den.

I imagine students reading, confusion in the air, and the courage in their blood and fire in a glare, it was a hot summer day when the old general wrote for them not to stay, and they are not be blamed-

she said “I have been smothered, and I have discovered that that this fight is WELL worth fighting. and I feel like your mother, but I will no others to follow me where I’m going. SO

Take a shower, you’ve got to chose, you’ve got no time to lose, you are young and you must be living- Take a shower, you’ve got to chose, you’ve got no time to lose- you are young and you must be living, go on you can be flouris,hing…

Students sat in their desks with a pencil in their hand not really knowing how to take a stand, in general she wrote her blogs but will push it no further, students can do as they please. I don’t know what you’ll do but I hope you look ahead, and one by one I hope you hear the words I said, I am left with my own words echoing in my head and I’m prepared to fight! But

Go on now, you got to be got to be, got to be flourishing!