Summer School
Switching off and finding rest
Don't.
It is not worth your sanity.
School is out until August, and you deserve the summer to unplug, unwind, and unravel the ball of stress that keeps you awake at night.
Teacher.
Reading, writing, and arithmetic. The three R's and all the rest.
Another year comes to a close and still, the work isn't done. Still, they want more. Still, they demand more. Still, they pile on more.
Can't they see all I need is to be still?
They say that those who can, do; those who can't, teach.
I've always hated that line. It distracts from the fact that, whether Shaw likes it or not, I am Superman. I use my x-ray vision to see qualities in students that they do not see in themselves. I use my super strength to lift them up when they want to give up. I use my super stamina to teach the same lesson and give instruction in a hundred different ways over and over again making it better every single time. Those who can, do; because they got superpowers from those who teach. But even Superman gets to put on some glasses and be Clark Kent for a while.
On the last day of school, they asked me if I would commit to four weeks of summer school. For the first time, since I started teaching, I said
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