To the uninitiated, a day back in high school is a rather energetic affair. Teenagers are loud, with little volume control, and a whole lot of enthusiasm. That is true most any day of the year but on the day before a well-deserved Winter Break, the enthusiasm comes close to shattering the brick walls. This year's day-before-break didn't disappoint.
I should have known I was in for it when one of my best students, a quiet, conscientious young woman who is unfailingly prepared for class, raised her hand Thursday and asked, "are we going to do something fun tomorrow?" My usual response to this question is a blank look followed by the announcement that we always do something fun……..but this time I knew that answer wasn't going to fly.
We did spend a good deal of time yesterday playing school (I got to be the teacher…..and here's where my sister has some very unpleasant flashbacks to her youth and the weekends she was forced to play school with me). We also had some fun. And at the end of the day, I walked out of the building both tired and glad; glad of the blessings of a job I love. And gladder still of the two weeks vacation that lie ahead.