Do you realize how AMAZINGLY close we are to the end of the school year?
Seriously. Only eight days left in third quarter. Then we're in the home stretch, baby! Flying down that fourth-quarter road like a basset hound hanging his head out a car window, ears flapping in the man-made wind. Not only is fourth quarter imminent, but part of that final package includes four, FOUR four-day weeks. Yep. We have a Friday off after parent conferences. And a Friday and a Monday that comprise our meager Spring Break. And a mystery Friday that nobody has figured out.
Better still, those four four-day weeks all fall in a row! Plus there's a half-day Friday for our school carnival the first weekend of May. Can't beat that with a stick!
Dang! I only have four end-of-the-school-years left, I think. Then retirement comes a-knockin'. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom and her papers commence to walkin'! In the past, I'd imagined that moment as being bittersweet. I really do like my job. However...
Too many changes have taken place in the field of public school education. The last decade has not endeared itself to Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. As much as we are told that certain implementations are necessary to prepare students for life in this modern world, I don't see students as being prepared. It's not a local issue.
This old dog is ready to lay on the porch, and let the young pups steer future litters towards a world of four-days-a-week mailmen.
2 comments:
Yes, the end of the school year is fast approaching. And then the tears at the very end, knowing there will be some students you'll never see again.
And then the moaning and fretting will begin, worrying about how all of June and July will be filled up.
Sioux,
Tears of joy? And that June and July thing? I always run out of month before I run out of filling.
Post a Comment