I’ve had a break from my interim teaching job for the past five days, but today it’s back to work. We had teacher workdays last Thursday and Friday. As a part-time employee,, I’m not allowed to work those days. Then, of course, there was the weekend. I took yesterday off since I’m at a limit on how many days I can work per calendar month. But today, it’s back to the salt mine.
It reminds me of a time growing up when the snow had caused school to be cancelled for several days. I had spent a portion of that time with my grandparents. I remember listening to the radio one afternoon, waiting to see if there would be school the next day. I recall when the edict was declared that we would indeed be going back to school. I remember a deep sadness and think there’s even a chance I may have cried a bit. There was something about the snow and staying with my grandparents that really appealed to me.
As I lay sleepless in bed last night, I realized that today is much the same type of day for me. My grandparents are no longer with us, and I live on my own, but there’s something really nice about having a break from school.
I can already predict a nice nap when I return home at the end of the school day.
David Lee
David Lee 