Random stuff, reflections on the meaning of life and death, humour, self-deprecation, a bit of bad poetry.

I took a vacation day today and spent it at the elementary school where my sweetheart teaches music. It was a special occasion as the students performed their annual concert, this year’s theme being a Music Festival of dreams, while parents volunteered their baking talents and time to raise money for the school.

The kids rocked their performances, songs like Dream, Rainbow Connection and Aerosmith’s Dream On. And we got to perform too, a sweet little jazz song that just so happens to have the word “dream” in it. You can listen to our version here.

I spent the whole day at school, revelling in its culture, one that happens to be über supportive of music education. I had the opportunity to meet parents and teachers and some pretty special kids. In between the two concerts, one for parents, the other for the students themselves, I also participated in a couple of classes that my sweetheart was teaching, a grade one class in the morning and later that afternoon, a grade three class.

I was completely smitten by these children but let me tell you, as charming and wonderful as they all are, I can barely string two words together on this blog tonight, dear readers, as my head is pounding and my eyelids drooping. I am utterly exhausted from my day at school and I was only observing. Observing how vigilant the teachers are, how responsible, how they have to ask another teacher to cover for them and watch over their flock just to take a bathroom break, how they know the kids inside out, their names, personalities, quirks, strong points, weak points, adaptations, accommodations, etc. One day and I am in awe of their dedication, patience, tolerance to noise levels (ooh, my aching head), and their stamina.

As I reach for the bottle of Tylenol, I bow to my sweetheart tonight, to all teachers. Thank you for the work you do on behalf of our children. Please don’t give up on them, despite the difficult conditions in public eduction these days. Carry on. Dream on …

2 thoughts on “Teachers

  1. Boy Blue says: as they propose to cut us further and reduce care for our most at risk students.Thanks, Sharon. A beautiful story. I am humbled.


  2. It is so disheartening, I know. We are going through similar frustrations in healthcare. Thank you for sharing your day with me. It was both beautiful and eye-opening. xoxo


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