I love my job. I love my kids. I want to make significant gains.
So does it make me a bad person for crossing my everything for a snow day?!?!
Teaching is one of those gigs that you have to love to last in-- let alone do a good job. So I can't help but feel guilty to hope, plead and beg for a snow day. But let's face it-- a job is a job, and I'd rather stay in bed all day reading novels while getting paid!
My fellow teaching friend:
Friend: bad news
Friend: i just saw a snow plow go by my house.
Friend: twice.
Jessica,
I've appreciated your sharing some of your experience on the Rez. When i was likely your age, I spent 7 years working for the Passamaquoddy Tribe on their Indian Township, Maine, reservation. During that time - immediately following federal recognition in a land claims process that open the doors for a dozen Eastern Tribes - I helped set up their health and mental health systems, as well as their adult ed program. Though there long enough to work through romantic illusions, it was a priviledge to do so, and I made life-long friends while learning much about myself.
Keep your Spirits up!
Bo Yerxa
Maine
Posted by: Bo Yerxa | January 31, 2007 at 07:39 AM