AND I HEARD AS IT WERE, A VOICE OF THUNDER; ONE OF THE BEASTS SAID, “COME AND SEE,” AND I SAW. AND BEHOLD…A BACK TO SCHOOL COMMERCIAL…AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH IT.
After a whirlwind school year, educators need to find ways to separate themselves from the mad house of education. One of my favorite pastimes is rucking. Rucking is an amazing workout! You load a rucksack with some weight and you hike with it! I get to enjoy two of my favorite things: being outdoors and working out. No better way to clear my head than spending a little time out in nature.
Recently, after coming home from a nice California vacation, I completed a 5 K ruck. I arrived home to my air-conditioned apartment. I opened the fridge and this finely, chilled, bottle of beer was winking at me. I truly believe that beer was put on this earth to let us know that God loves us. After popping the cap, I decided to turn on the idiot box and catch up on some of my stories. A craving for something more nostalgic, led me to remember that all five seasons of “Highway to Heaven,” were streaming on Netflix! I loved that show when I was kid. No talent out there like Michael Landon anymore. Time to sit back and watch something uplifting. After all, I’m on summer break and have all the time in the world. Just wish my smart TV stupidly didn’t have to warm up before I can switch to Netflix. As I took my first drink, a commercial for BACK TO SCHOOL SHOPPING came on! I did a spit take of my beer and slowly began to curl into fetal position, as I realized…. THE END IS NIGH!!!!
It will soon be time to lead a new crop of 8th graders on a journey through American History. Once again the colonists will win their independence. The south will be destroyed! The Natives will be wiped out as soon as Europeans show up. Nothing ever changes. How many times must I teach that the Colombian Exchange is not a discount store for outdoor clothing!? The only thing that does change are the students. That’s what I love about being a teacher! Now don’t get me wrong, by the end of the year I will probably be writing a blog about these kids entitled, “FROM HELL’S HEART I STAB AT THEE!” But students truly are the only refreshing thing about teaching. Parents, think about it like this: After a year, your children move on to a different set of parents. After a few weeks you get whole new set kids… and the cycle continues!
A woman asked me once if I had kids of my own. I told her “I have 120.” She did a double take, and asked, “You ever hear of birth control?” I explained that I was a teacher and she laughed for a good spell. If you calculate the amount of time we spend with our students, you will understand how easily attached we get. They come into our lives for approximately 1440 hours a year. Their impact on us is overwhelming! They come to us uncertain, insecure, energetic, and with a naive sense of the world. Some of them are already jaded and defensive from tough home lives. Regardless of background, each one of them has a youthful spark of curiosity. An innate desire to become better people. They dream of making their world better than we left it. Remind you of someone you once knew? It’s often frightening to see yourself at that age again. For me, its like looking in a mirror. Karma pays back thirty fold over five class periods a day for 36 weeks! I try to see my students as two different people: who they are now, and who they could become. As teachers, it is our job to see that those two people have a greater chance of meeting. THIS IS WHY WE TEACH! This, and only this, is the only form of comfort…
WHEN BACK TO SCHOOL COMES AROUND!
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