The neighborhood kids like to go sledding in the retention pond behind my house. They’ll often be out there screaming, laughing, and carrying on while I’m making lunch. Periodically I’ll want to yell out at them…
Why aren’t you in school?? Back in my day we went to school 12 days a week. It didn’t matter if there was a snowstorm or a heatwave or alien invasion. I was still in school. With no air conditioning. From 8-3:30pm. I didn’t even have arms! But I still got up and went to school.
I just printed a four page document from the Geneva School District regarding the ongoing teacher’s strike in Geneva. I asked Maggie to read and condense into a two paragraph written summary. I figure she’s been off school from the strike for over a week, she needed an assignment.
Hilarity did not ensue when I gave her the homework.
Sometimes when I’m going to work I get stuck behind a school bus. And then I roll my eyes… Today I watched a handful of parents corralling their kids, funneling them toward the awaiting bus. There were enough kids that I needed to count them so as to know when I could be on my way.
And then everything changed.
Two of the kids were swaying, almost dancing. Little horses waiting to run. Smiles on their little faces, overly eager happiness as they waited their turn to board. Their day ahead would be magical. It already was.
“We’re gonna do math and reading and writing and maybe some science.”