There are many benefits to returning to in-person classes, but there are also great costs, most notably, the lives of our teachers, staff, and students.
If we read all the gloomy headlines and are greatly distressed, then as Christians we need to recognize that as a warning sign that we are running on our own power.
The tough teachers I remember tended to be generally disagreeable people. Some were cold and acerbic; others were more brash and volatile. Some had the persona of Army drill instructors.
We stand at the forefront of a new school year, one that promises to be unlike any other. As teachers, we often feel we have too many hats to wear, and each year there are more hats.
Frustrated by the results of my work, I talked to my mentor. He assured me I was a good teacher, and graciously neglected to add “for a first-year teacher.”
Like poor Cinderella who got to attend the ball in style before the clock struck midnight and it all went awry, we enjoy the little luxuries of cruising before returning to reality.
At the end of the long embarkation day, I’m struck with the thought that this vacation might have been a huge mistake. Fortunately, I’ve learned that my snap judgments are not very reliable.
When the muster drills are outside in hot weather being at the back of is a very steamy and miserable experience. Even when the drill is conducted inside, it is not a pleasant experience.
The time after lunch on embarkation day is one of the few aggravating parts of cruising. With our room not ready, we tried going out on deck, but It was miserably hot even in the shade.
The few times I drove past the bank in recent years, I was struck with a feeling of vague sadness. A once impressive building had become nothing more than a sad relic of a different era.