Fantastic Baby

“A poem from the front lines of creative disruption, written during a blink-blink-lit moment of exhaustion, triumph, and shark hugs.”

The SparkLab is blinking lights and tangled cords,

Five wrong chargers and a student who soars.

It’s a Chromebook gasping at 2% life,

A sticky note whisper: “I finally got it right.”

It’s Unreal dreams in low-res rooms,

A museum in Fortnite, and digital blooms.

It’s a soft shark named Blåhaj with hugs on demand,

A comfort beast in a high-tech land.

It’s Miro boards and Metahuman tears,

Figma sparks and code-fueled cheers.

It’s a hallway of chaos, a symphony loud,

Where kids build futures and make you proud.

It’s IKEA meets empathy, leveled up high,

Where magic and Minecraft and meaning collide.

It’s not polished or perfect, not even quite neat—

But it pulses with purpose and student heartbeat.

It’s chasing down beauty, no metaphor here—

A tall, stunning student mid-stride, mid-year.

I caught him (barely), breathless but sure,

Said, “You have a look—can I scan your face for lore?”

And tomorrow, with Nate, that scan becomes real—

A Metahuman mesh with unstoppable feel.

From hallway to Fortnite, we’re shifting the frame:

Not just playing the story—but being the game.

So if you ask what we’re building in here,

It’s courage, identity, and a vision made clear.

Not just skills or grades or rubrics or scores—

But kids who believe they can kick open doors.

The SparkLab is messy. It’s wired and wild.

It’s a haven, a forge, a lighthouse, a child

Who once said nothing… now laughing aloud—

Holding a controller and finally proud.