Fairy Tales do come true
First off, let me begin by apologizing for it being so long since I have begun anything at this site.
If it makes anyone reading this feel any better, the yard is a mess, the Yaris is overdue for servicing, I have been putting off getting a tooth filled and occasionally I will turn the dirty clothes pile over and rewear a few items because there has been no time for anything.
A school year doesn’t go quietly. It has been at least a month of catching up on grades, paperwork, personal development assignments, parental communications, conferences and such, not to mention all the awards ceremonies, certificates and skits that mark the end of the year. Add the normal rowdiness of children that comes with spring, and, this year, some exceptionally mean-spirited behavior from a couple of kids and concurrent difficulties with parents who can’t bring themselves to believe that their children would ever do anything mean-spirited and you have a double handful of more than you can handle.
That might sound like the kind of complaining that would lead someone to say, “if it’s that hard, quit…Publix is almost always hiring people your age.”
Well, it IS complaining, but don’t get me wrong. I do love this job…all except this part of it right now, the part that doesn’t include having kids in the classroom.
There is nothing sadder that I am aware of than a school full of empty. There ought to be kids here. That’s what “here” is all about.
As we stroll these echoing corridors for the final few days, scurrying about to get our training sessions in and to get our checklist items checked off, there is almost a mantra…”only five more days” ….”only four more days”…etc. I can go for that and I can clearly see where they are coming from.
The teachers are ready for a break. Me too. But, I just had one. No kids in class on Friday and that was plenty for me. I do not relish the idea of a Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of hallways so silent that you can hear footsteps walking. They should be running. This place needs some pitterpatter of unauthorized skipping and running, some laughter, some screeching and such.
The noise and the chaos might drive us crazy, but the silence is worse.
So, I’ve got my own mantra for the summer….”only 72 more days”….”only 71 more days”…
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