It is summer. I'm a teacher so that means three months vacation, right?
Not really. Three months of having to still work on curriculum, of figuring out what to teach in the fall, of looking out for supplies and books I want to use this school year, of still communicating with students I mentor (even though I am not going to be teaching at the same school - I still care about those kids and am here for them and all their issues: helping them get to college/transition to college; making sure they learn to save money and don't continue to spend all their money continuing to grow their collection of over 100 pairs of shoes, listening to relationship issues; helping them find jobs; writing letters of recommendation; helping them remember to use condoms and take care of their sexual health; helping them learn about life; being a shoulder to cry/complain/vent on).
It never ends. There is no true break.
Of course, my salary does not reflect all the work I do in the summer or throughout the regular school year.
Yet, I still do it. Because I can, because I love to help young people, because I like to believe I am good at what I do and what I share with the kiddos.
Some poetry for you all:
Taylor Mali "What Teachers Make"
Yellow Rage. Wow!
KRS-One with Doug E. Fresh. Recited this one with Travis at a school where I taught years ago. "Educate yourself make your world view bigger."
Up next, Gemini from Def Poetry. A poem called Penny For Your Thoughts. "72 eye lashes on the upper eyelid of your right eye" -- that is really something -- not sure if it is true love, or obsession, or insomnia.