Before the students arrived, I made sure the entry to the room was marked by some caution tape and a poster that read: this is a metaphor.
The lesson was not lost on them, as they dared to defy the warning. Took their places in a circle. Notebooks, pens, and backpacks. First day of school shoes, and new haircuts.
I asked them to cross the line again. Start with your obituary. ___ was…lived to a ripe old age of…lived as if…died when…remembered.
I watched their fear, their pride, their concerns and hopes.
This is not a metaphor. It’s just a Monday morning lesson plan.