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September 2020
You may only hear echoes of your voice in your empty classroom. But, transmitted through all that awkward digital mess, your voice may carry hope and knowledge to a frightened and lonely child.Yes, I still see you all, three weeks into this year. I see you washing your sore hands and wearing your un-comfy masks.
I see your eyes water with tears or smoke, sometimes both.
I see the long gaze after another long day in front of a screen.
I see you get back at it early each morning, even when you aren’t 100%, because, these days, it actually IS more work to call in a sub.
I see you struggle to get your own children to the right places so they can get through their days too.
I see you worry about your own families, your older or more susceptible loved ones.
I see especially the fears and fatigue many of you feel as centuries of rotten hatred and racism continue to spin pain everywhere.
I know there ain’t no tired like teacher-tired, especially on the Friday before Labor Day.
Take care of yourselves, my friends.
I hope you rest easy this weekend.
Remember what Labor Day is, where it came from, and what it means.
You matter, and your labor makes a difference. In fact, your labor makes ALL the difference! 