February 22, 2017, Prescott-
In honour of George Washington and my paternal grandmother, (who would have been 118 today), this day was devoted to keeping my nose to the grindstone and making certain that the disparate, discordant and mutually-dissociated elements that come together, to make up my work day, were harmonized enough so that all were safe.
Lead teacher’s concerns are not the same as those of our students. I have to listen to and answer her, while insisting to the children that they may NOT kill or maim one another-even if that means getting between them and restraining the wiry, determined revenge-seeker.
At bus time, our kids all got onto their buses, in short order- a welcome change of affairs. My other charges, the rest of the school’s bus riders, experienced a different scenario. There was unusually heavy traffic, parent-wise, today and for the first time this year, there were not one, but two, backlogs of cars. I kept things going relatively smoothly, nonetheless.
General Washington barely knew a moment’s peace, until he retired to Mount Vernon. My Nana only knew tranquility after her youngest son was married, and she was able to hold court on Sunday mornings, with us regular visitors in attendance. I know peace and quiet, from 3:30 on, so by comparison, my days are sweet.
That sounds like a tough day — until the kids were all on the bus.
Its very much a sign of how dysfunctional our systems are becoming, across the board.