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Behind the Poem, “What She Asked”

one of Virginia’s many pop­u­lar books for upper mid­dle grade and teen read­ers

Lis­ten to Virginia’s poem, “What She Asked,” on Poet­ry Mosa­ic, the April 7th entry, and then read her descrip­tion of the real-life event behind the poem.

In a rur­al Ore­gon high school where I taught Eng­lish more than 20 years ago, we had big teach­ing areas sep­a­rat­ed by screen-wall things, but they came nowhere near reach­ing the high ceil­ing, because a few years ear­li­er the design of the school had been to have a giant Resource Cen­ter and Library, and teach­ers and groups of stu­dents would ide­al­ly meet in sec­tions of the mas­sive room, and that would be school. Didn’t turn out that way (of course): Acoustics were the main prob­lem, but also the con­tin­u­ous human traf­fic through, com­ing and going in the Library sec­tion. So the dividers arrived, and we had some­what dis­crete class areas, but not real­ly. If the neigh­bor­ing class area was noisy, focus and con­cen­tra­tion were dif­fi­cult. In one or two peri­ods of the day, my area’s near­est neigh­bor was Human Health and Sex­u­al­i­ty, and we who were study­ing fic­tion heard “and the con­doms don’t always work,” etc.

What She Asked,” is includ­ing in this poet­ry anthol­o­gy, pub­lished by Pome­lo Books, 2016

There were the occa­sion­al paper air­planes. One or two per week, maybe. 

One after­noon, in the sleepy after-lunch peri­od, I whis­per­ing­ly asked my class (high school juniors, maybe some sopho­mores) to make paper air­planes and we would send them, on sig­nal, over the wall to Human Health and Sex­u­al­i­ty.

Can we make more than one?” “Sure! As many as you can fly all at once,” said I. I insist­ed that they under­stand that only at my sig­nal would the fleet of air­planes have the desired effect of simul­tane­ity. I, too, made one paper air­plane.

On my own per­son­al count of 3, it worked. I think we must have sent over 40+ air­planes into the next class. Great fun. The teacher had a fine sense of humor (her fields were Biol­o­gy and Ski Coach­ing) and she liked the dra­mat­ic moment of it. Of course Human Health and Sex­u­al­i­ty sent the planes back, but I sup­pose we won because we had done it first. And simul­ta­ne­ous­ly.

4 Responses to Behind the Poem, “What She Asked”

  1. David LaRochelle April 14, 2017 at 4:23 pm #

    I had won­dered what was the back­ground behind this idea. I had thought that maybe it was some­thing you expe­ri­enced as a child, but I love hear­ing that it was an event that you orches­trat­ed your­self as a teacher!

    • Virginia Euwer Wolff April 16, 2017 at 3:57 pm #

      Thanks, David. I sup­pose we all have images and frag­ments of images drift­ing around in mem­o­ry, wait­ing for us to open the attic door and poke around in there. This was a harm­less enough one, I guess. Thank you for notic­ing!

  2. Martha Capovilla May 4, 2018 at 11:46 am #

    Vir­ginia just shared this with me! I was the teacher on the oth­er side of the “wall” talk­ing about con­doms and oth­er inter­est­ing top­ics. EXACTLY how I remem­ber that won­der­ful­ly engag­ing day 🙂 Thanks much for this and many oth­er mem­o­ries of teach­ing next door to an amaz­ing woman.

    • Virginia Euwer Wolff May 7, 2018 at 10:12 am #

      Gosh, thanks, Martha. I can still see those paper planes com­ing back over the wall, strag­gling across, a few at a time, from your class. I con­tin­ue to think we won, because we at least attempt­ed a kind of fly­ing-in-for­ma­tion. But you’re the amaz­ing one: coach­ing kids hurtling down dan­ger­ous­ly steep hill­sides on pur­pose.

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