On the Mailability of the Young Mind

Immersed in pedagogical theory,
I  have to somehow connect it to practice.
Lost for months in a dialogue
I'm having trouble keeping to the conversation.

These fragile little egos
Which I have to trick into learning,
When I still haven't tricked myself
In any capacity of doing the same.

I have to speak with deliberation
and act with more;
Constrained by other's approval
That's what it is: De-liberation.

Tired, Mangy, & Flea-bitten

I feel like ol' Bill:
Sitting at my desk,
Fingers on the keys,
Ready to nod in my seat.

Far from my bed,
Afraid of what bugs lurk
Underneath in the dark.
They're ready to bite,
Knowing I'll scratch
'Til I'm raw.