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Tired even though it’s a Monday…the very first day of the week, the day you are supposed to have lots of “Monday energy”.
My classroom looks tired.
Charts are askew. One hangs at a 45 degree angle, and I remember that I I’ve been reminding myself to fix that. For a while. The rugs and chairs look frayed. Even the staplers are tape dispensers look too tired to replenish.
Our book shelves look tired – no, make that exhausted. I do not even pretend to know why or how The Hunger Games is in a bin labeled “Classics”. Does it even matter anymore?
My kids look tired.
Such troopers, they show up and pretend to be fascinated by their teacher’s enthusiasm for the Battle of Gettysburg. Poor lady, they’re thinking, sure, let’s humor her. Let’s pretend this stuff is really interesting. She seems to think it so, and she’s a nice lady…all in all…
At the end of the day, a graduating senior shuffles into my classroom. We hug and chat. He takes a picture of his sixth grade self – a little boy with a new buzz cut, a smile as wide as the vast blue Montana skies he will soon call home.
How are you? I ask.
Tired. He says.
But ready, he smiles, oh so ready to fly.