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Thursday
Jan132011

May 27

Everything is bright and pleasant and I see no cause to complain, therefore won’t.

—John Ransom’s Andersonville Diary, 1881

 

Dear Dixie,

It might have been the last day of school yesterday for the chill-ren, but it ain’t for us.  Today and tomorrow are what’s called teacher work days and all I can do is sit slumped and sad and exhausted as I look over The Cozy Room of Happiness and think of what all went on in here since August.  I honestly cannot believe how fast the school year went by. 

And I know you’re waiting for a revelation from me … a stunning summation about all that went on.  I could tell you who’s got to go to summer school, but summer school isn’t a punishment.  It’s redemptive.  It’s a fair and reasonable and quick second chance.  Anyhow, there are quite a few who’ll be redeemed starting in a couple of weeks.

But I’ll give you a revelation.  I’ve got some energy left.  A revelation at the end of the school year from a rookie teacher of kids with learning disabilities and behavior disorders.  My revelation … my belief is this: I think teachers are the most important people in the world.  When someone asks me what I do, I cannot tell you how proud I am to say, I’m a schoolteacher.

No one is ever not impressed.  Not with me.  No.  But with the deeper feelings and powerful memories the word schoolteacher evokes.

 

 

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