A Week of Heroes
This is a week of heroes. I kind feel like I'm failing them. This year I have no cute punny cards attached to candy to send to school. No elaborate brunch plans for my mom. I guess despite all the practice at our new lifestyle, it's still a little like feeling around in the dark. But I hope they know. All the heroes. That no amount of "I like you a latte" gift cards from Starbucks could never begin to express what they've meant in my life. To the teachers. They could never pay you enough. Your "job" is unlike any other job. There is no "clocking out" because you're grading papers in your lap at the baseball games, you're rewriting plans and seating charts in your head as you brush your teeth at night, and you're staying long after "closing time" to change that bulletin board, meet with that parent, or input those grades. And there's an expectation of master's level education without master's level pay. The...