Today's journal is going to be creative. Brainstorm a list of all the possible reasons you can think of for not getting out of bed today. What is it about your day that you don't want to face? Try to imagine every possible thing that is wrong or might go wrong today. Once you're done, write a poem in which you justify your decision to stay in bed all day. Below is a sample:
Why I Will Not Get Out of Bed - Liz Enagonio
The sheets are holding me
prisoner: clever grabbers,
breath-stealers.
They think they're funny
indeed.
If I put my foot out
the rug snarls and
seizes my ankles.
I'll be tossed
high into the hallway,
thrown in a heap at
the bottom of the stairs.
Mostly I hate the way
the kitchen smirks
and unhinges its jaws:
how it gorges on my sleep,
how it gags on my dreams.
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The coldness of the morning
ReplyDeletesteels into my room without warning.
I curl in my bed
A haven against the dread
as I attempt to keep at bay
The trials of the day.
Or the rhythm of day could beat
with the unyielding heat
that burns the ends of the candle
maybe more than I can handle?
My homework
ReplyDeletewas very long work
Now I am tired,
and have a plugged up head
yesterday was my birthday
but today will just be the same old routine
my bed is so warm,
I don't want to leave it
but after a few hours,
hopefully that's not how i will see it
I hear the alarm sing,
ReplyDeleteRing a ding ding,
I hit snooze for the last time,
And roll out of bed for the morning routine.
I am not a morning person,
I'd much rather stay in bed,
Let the morning hours slip away,
And enjoy the silly dreams in my head.
Comb my hair,
Brush my teeth,
Why do mornings give me such a chill?
Maybe I should just call in ill.
I dread the bus,
I fear the homework,
Yawns escape as I get ready for first hour,
Ugh school why must you be such a downer.
I love school,
and seeing all my friends,
maybe the board should reconsider the hours,
Noon to three?
Sounds alright to me. :)
With the sunrise comes the reality of tomorrow,
ReplyDeleteBut my dreams instead have something better for me to borrow,
Forgetting yesterday and letting go of what is to come,
My mind unwinds in ignorance and lets my dreaming run,
But as that dreaded song replays another coming day,
I'm reminded of the chill of fall and another boring Wednesday.
Getting up early can be a real drag
ReplyDeleteI eventually walk out the door with my bookbag
Brushing my teeth and combing my hair
Trying to decide what to wear
Worrying about what homework that I forgot
And hoping I get a parking spot
Going to school everyday
Gets really annoying and I cant wait until May
We will finally be done
And then comes the fun!
It is still dark when I awake.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could have cake.
I get ready in a jiffy and make myself look spiffy.
I wish I could still be in bed but instead.
I drive myself to school where I wish there was a pool.
I go to class and try to pass.
I laugh with friends and keep up with trends.
My alarm is sounding,
ReplyDeleteOh how I hate that sound,
For it means I must get out of bed,
and put my feet on the ground.
Sometimes I can be a morning person,
But usually not for school,
Unless it is going to be a fun day,
Which in that case it would rule.
I wish I could stay home,
To use my cell phone all day,
But instead I have to come here,
At least I don't have to pay.
The day drags on,
And I'm awaiting the final bell,
Only then to dread the next hour or two,
Because I know running isn't going to go well.
The day is finally over,
And I'm tired as can be,
I wish it was summer of 2012,
For then I would be graduated and free!
Roses are red,
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue,
I don't want to get out of bed,
Because I was dreaming of the zoo.
Eyes fly open
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Hit the snooze
with a fling of my arm
Fall back to sleep
just as fast as I woke
Until I hear my alarm clock beep
and sleep is again interrupted
Its way too cold
and way too early
Now by mom I'm told,
i'll be late for school
The sun is not up,
ReplyDeleteAnd my alarm is sreaming at me.
I do not move,
Knowing the cold will seep in if I do.
I have to go to school,
Where this cold that is circulating
Is waiting to pounce.
I do not want to get sick.
I want to stay safe and warm in my bed.
Daylight has not yet risen
ReplyDeleteMy alarm is squealing
As I stretch out my arms
From beneth the covers
As I swing my legs
To the edge of the bed
The cold air begins
To surround my head
Mom yells downstairs
"Time to get up!"
I think to myself
Why must I get up?
As I lay in bed and ponder..
ReplyDeleteI gaze up at the clock.
It shows the time but then I remember
It's really two hours behind.
Only two more days of this relaxation
for then it's just a dream.
Soon we will be back to School and no more Cali pools.
I wake up in the morning
ReplyDeleteand find it cold to get up
just recently sleeping.
I peer across the valley but
light has yet to let itself leisurely illuminate the land for our long lasting learning day.
Let us wait one little minute longer
'Til light comes to the long living branches of the last of the trees.
Some how shade seems to shape and still oversee our small sleepy valley on this September day.
Yet we must go on to school, as we complain
we must not let ourselves sleep.
We must send ourselves swiftly off
and sleep some more some other time on some other September day
Perhaps with one that starts with an "S"
such as Sunday.
My mom says, "Its time to get up for school.
ReplyDeleteCome on you'll be late and look like a fool."
but my bed has swallowed me whole
its hard to break its hold
"Mom don't make me go today!
I feel worse that yesterday."
As she pulls away the sheets
I try to cover my feet.
As the thoughts of today's worries overwhelm my head
I think why should i get out of bed?
Red are red!
ReplyDeleteThe sky is blue
My homework was eaten
By a cow that said..gobble
Being any where but beneath my warm covers,
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I could get up and face the day,
But the coldness drags me away
Not only am I used to one hundred degree weather,
But my days in California were far better
As I lay here, I can once again picture the sand between my toes,
At the beach, where all the hotties go
I think of the sun warming up my skin,
All of the surfers grabbing their boards getting ready to jump in
Then I am brought back to reality,
Laying in cold Wisconsin
There is really no reason to get out of bed,
I'll lay her all day with thoughts of California floating through my head