Its that time of year again when we all pat each other on the backs for being the powerful life changing forces in the lives of children. Its that time when parents go through the motions of loving us to death for making their kids better human beings. Its Teacher Appreciation Week.
For those who have been reading this blog (all 5 of you) and may have been asleep, I didn’t teach in a classroom this school year. So this week is a bit odd for me. Who have I taught all year? Myself mainly, but beyond that, who out there is in a position to lather me with appreciation? I don’t have a school ID to take to Chipotle, Arby’s or Dairy Queen to get a freebie, so they don’t get to make me feel warm and fuzzy. My husband reminds me daily that I’m appreciated, but I don’t think that has anything to do with being a teacher; probably more about clean underwear and smothered chicken.
I was reminded by a friend that I do actually hate Teacher Appreciation week because we shouldn’t have to set aside a week to tell teachers how much they’ve helped move students from point A to point B. That’s my personal crap though. Ignore it.
I thanked all the support staff I used to work with for all they do only to be told “I’m not a teacher”. Yes, angels, you are. When we can’t move another step, you’re there to push us and to keep sanity in place. We love you.
So, to all the teachers out there, whether in the classroom or the cafeteria or the para office or the counselors’ office… down in the boiler room, out policing the yard… go eat ice cream for free and enjoy your week!