Most of them show up at the end of a long day,
Exhausted, overwhelmed, in search of answers,
In masks, after taking yet another PCR test.
They sit as socially distanced as possible;
yet, work collaboratively.
Some of them are staying barely afloat in their first year.
Some of them have decades of experience,
Intense teaching, administrative and leadership demands.
Juggling unfamiliar curriculum and struggling students.
Some of them show up, through Zoom, at the end of a long day,
In sweats, in isolation, after exposure.
Some seek a Masters Degree,
Required for tenure
Some seek Advanced Certificates,
In order to support struggling learners.
Some seek Doctoral Degrees
In order to lead our profession.
Some use fidgets, some knit!
Some take notes with vengeance.
Some look bored or distracted
Some say those magic words
The ones all teachers yearn to hear,
"I look forward to this class."
My Students
4 comments:
Ahhh those magic words!
Thank you for a poem this morning!
Such a lovely poetic celebration of your students. They set an amazing example of being dedicated to leanring and grwoing.
I enjoyed your poem. Thank you for sharing with us.
Teachers as learners. So interesting to see the parallels with the students we teach. Thanks for sharing.
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