One of my teacher friends went to get her haircut this week and
when they stylist asked her what she did and she responded that she taught, he
thanked her for her service. And we
laughed about it at first and then said “that’s right”. And let me be perfectly clear that I am not
saying we are doing this like soldiers, or police or a first responder with
bullets over our heads, but my God, we are fighting some serious shit this
year.
Yesterday, before school even started, my people, my
beautiful, filled with feelings, English-teaching people saved a life. They saved a life before the 9am bell
rang. A student tried to go over the ledge on the third
floor and they were able to stop this student.
They ran from their morning coffee and just talked to the student and
held on, and called for help until a wonderfully strong and able-bodied man simply bear hugged the student and lifted this student back onto the ground. While they were doing this, admin and
counselors and the rest of us checked to keep other students away from the
area. Adrenaline pumped and everyone
just filled in where we needed to be.
And after, our people, our first responders, were a mess. They don’t teach you this stuff in college or
teacher school. It is not Teacher Ethics
one day and how to be a hero the next. And
they were heroic, they were amazing.
They saved a life. I may have described it as fucking heroic shit, because, well, it was.
This is the second time this has happened here in the last
month. The first time was a shock. The first time was very personal for me as I
taught the student the year before. I
wept rivers of tears when I found out and stood with my people. And they held onto me and checked in for days
to see if I was okay. I have since
visited with that student and thought I was okay, but yesterday just reopened
that I am not okay. My people are not
okay. Our kids are not okay. And we truly are on a front line every day. We are helping kids fight depression and
bullying and just the usual kids being shitty to each other. We are feeding kids and fighting
poverty. We are listening to the talk
about drugs and trying to get kids to make better choices. We are helping them understand and combat racial divides. This is exhausting stuff friends. Remember, we
are also still teaching them to capitalize their I’s, or stuff that doesn’t
even look real to me in Math, or how their bodies work or how to take care of
themselves and why people fought the wars they fought. All in a day’s work.
I am exhausted. My
people are exhausted. We are weary and eating
every single carb in the world to numb the things we are holding onto
inside. But I sit here writing this on
hall duty and I don’t care that I am on hall duty, because it gets me out of my
room and out of my head and into the halls where the kids are. And where one of my people sits playing
guitar and trying to play away the things in his head and it is beautiful and
both healing and haunting at the same time.
I am so very thankful that this is the last day before
Thanksgiving break. I am so very
thankful that I will have a week with my husband and my kids who will get my
undivided attention, instead of my leftover and much divided attention. I am very thankful that my people, the people
who hired me and inspire me and laugh both at
me and with me, these people who teach me to teach, these people who
feed me bagels and knowledge, that these amazing people will also get a week like
this. These people are heroes and even
heroes need some time off.