A poem written upon learning that many of my grade 9 students are not 100% sure what “plot” means and most have never seen a plot graph or heard many basic narrative terms. They did have some great guesses for the meanings of various words; it’s just that they were mostly, well, off.

Lost Plot

They’ve lost the plot.
They’re not sure what they’re planning
or where they are landing
or planning to land.

They’re certain that plot 
is a place or a person
who’s pretty important and 
they’ve got this in hand.

They say not to worry –
they’ll figure out the story.
They’re already exposing
and plotting, they think.

Then rising and falling
with a giggle in the offing because
– gasp  –
there’s a climax and they know what that means.

They’ve got resolution –
it’s like revolution and quite near the middle –
or that’s what they thought.
It’s when things come together 
for the person (or whatever)
and no one’s left out, so the story’s complete.

Never mind definitions,
they’re now on a mission
to finish this worksheet and get out the door.

So here I am plotting
to break down the story, incite some new learning,
maybe teach some new words.
Not antagonistic, I’m being realistic,
But honest to goodness they all should know plot.