I was recently doing some proof reading of a book of student writing that will be published by COMPAS, a Minnesota arts organization, early this winter. The contents of the book were written as part of COMPAS's writers-in-the-schools program, and include fiction and poetry by kids K–12.
When I read the beginning of this poem by a middle-schooler, I took a photo of it so I could transcribe it and share it here because it's so poignant and true:
There Are No Friendship ClassesThere was more that William had to say, but to read it you will have to wait until COMPAS posts the finished book to their website.
There are no friendship classes.
There are no classes on how to build an organization.
There are no classes on how to raise money.
Buy a house.
Love a child.
Spot a scam.
Talk someone out of suicide.
Or figure out what’s important to you.
—William Musolf, grade 8