My supply closet grows bare.
I can count the weeks left in one hand, but the hours seem endless.
I’ve grown weary of the same behaviors
and mountains of grading still stand before me.
It is May.
A teacher’s favorite and least favorite time of the year.
To an outsider, it’s all fun and field trips from here on out.
To us on the inside, it’s inappropriate behaviors and tired brains.
A coworker described it best saying she wished the end was a surprise.
One week we would come in and find out it was time to close up shop.
Perhaps then we could fully enjoy it
instead of the countdown.
When the days get long
and my mind heavy there is one thing in my to lift my spirits.
Any other time of year, this will make a teacher shutter and kids groan.
But in May, it’s special.
Finally, after months of hard work
sweat, tears, and maybe even a little blood
we get to see it pay off.
No longer are we warning kids that this test is on information they’ve never been taught.
Finally, finally, I tell them they are ready,
“Show off all the amazing accomplishments you’ve made.”
The results are never less than extraordinary.
They may near bring you to tears
as your heart threatens to burst from pride.
The student who’s been stuck all year actually doubled how many words she read.
The boy who may always struggle has read over fifty words.
The boy who didn’t even know he could read now does so with ease.
This is a time to celebrate.
Hundreds of hours on a little brain is hard and they can finally rest.
Read that extra story, take ten more minutes of recess, for goodness sake break out the paint!
We all deserve it!