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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Saturday, August 07, 2004
Skool Daze
Well, it definitely has been a daze this first week back. I do like the modified year-round schedule because of the two-week vacations every nine weeks (quarters). Then we have almost two months in the summer. Since I worked at school this summer, I had two and a half weeks off but made the big bucks for my extra work which was supposed to last a month but took longer (same pay).
All of us teachers have discussed how tired we were all week. Being back, standing on concrete floors (covered in tile but still concrete underneath), talking most of the day, learning names, getting new classes started, juggling changes of students, making assignments, already grading papers, and all the other fun stuff we get to do which also includes not getting to go to the bathroom whenever we want to and having less than half an hour to walk all the way to the cafeteria, choose from the bad selections offered, go back to the workroom, gobble down lunch, try to have some conversation with other adults, and get back to the kids. It's a strange job.
I already have a test on nouns, a five-paragraph essay, and the summer reading list folders to grade this weekend. Thirty of the folders and eighty-six of the others. Then it starts all over agtain next week. English teachers always have papers to grade - grammar, vocabulary, and literature tests, homework, essays, research papers, and more. Yes, I'm thinking about retirement and how soon I can work this out. And leave all this fun? I know. The magazine drive, homecoming, pep rallies, and all kinds of fund raisers are coming up. Think of the time and money I will have and can spend with and on grandchildren. :-)
9:50:00 AM
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