I am happy to be joining Ruth Ayres @ ruth ayres writes and others to celebrate and appreciate the goodness of the past week.
Back to school we go! Finally! I am THRILLED that the teacher’s strike is over and that soon we will all be back where we belong! This Monday we will FINALLY be able to greet out students and welcome them into our classrooms and into our hearts!
Today I am celebrating the end to the teacher’s strike. As some of you are aware, the teachers in British Columbia have been on strike and on the picket lines since the middle of June. After a marathon weekend of mediated bargaining (which many feel should have happened during the summer but didn’t), the teacher’s union and the provincial government came up with a tentative agreement. On Thursday, the teachers voted 86% in favor of the new contract, putting an end to the strike. This Monday (in 49 hours to be exact!) – we will FINALLY be able to walk INTO the school, instead of standing and walking OUTSIDE! Although there are still some issues left to be resolved, and many voted with a “reluctant yes” – the alternative was far worse. It’s time to move forward and get back to teaching. I am giddy with happiness.
Since I was five years old, September has always meant “back to school” for me. But for the first time since then, I didn’t start school in September – not by choice but by circumstance. And since NOT starting school, I have been feeling a little lost; a little “discombobulated”, a little antsy. I discovered, since being on strike, that I am less productive when I am not busy. (how does that work???) I discovered, since being on strike, that I love my teenage boys but don’t love the teenage smell that is permeating up from the basement room where they have been hanging out with their friends during this endless summer! But most of all, I discovered, since being on strike, that I am my best self when I am in front of a group of eager, open faces and without that, I was beginning to loose a little piece of who I am. I am a teacher. I am proud to be a teacher; I am grateful to be a teacher. And I cannot wait to begin learning, sharing, discovering, laughing, reading, writing, singing, creating alongside my students.
A.A. Milne says it best: “Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.” I am grateful, beyond words, that I, along with 40,000 other teachers in B.C., will be back in front of our students on Monday where we belong.