Eight more school days until Spring Break.
That may be all I have to say today.
I’m surrounded by piles of books.
Piles of papers.
Lists of things to do on too many pieces of paper.
Calendars needing to be cross-checked.
More students to help than time in the day.
More lessons, reflections, meetings, and events than I can hold.
I wonder if the work of teaching isn’t something like
The forces required to bring spring–
Pushing in all directions.
The xylem and phloem of school.