Today started out rocky. I was still feeling that lingering tiredness that is part of the existence of every teacher first quarter. I had an unpleasant experience at a meeting. And then it was time to teach — I had to pull all the positive energy I could to move forward.
Then it all started to turn. I watched as my kids gave smart insights into the issue we’d been studying this week. I watched and participated as they worked extremely hard on making their short answer responses just right. A girl took it on herself to figure out a rap beat to a Shel Silverstein poem and performed it for us all. I started to smile. I wasn’t tired any more.
The day continued in that vein. My 8th graders worked on shared Google docs creating psychological profiles of the insane murderer in Poe’s “Tell-Tale Heart.” My English Language Learners busted through their blocks of similes and metaphors and wrote little poems using each. I was still smiling when it was time for parent pick-up duty.
I saw how blue the sky was as I waited for cars to fill up. And on the way home, I knew that I had busted out of my own block today. And that is when I knew the perfect thing to do this evening.
When I got home, I proposed to Jim that we head down to Ft. Myers Beach to our favorite eatery — Pete’s Upper Level (previously Dockside.) It was a perfect evening for a crunchy grouper and some chicken wings and a local brew (Gateway Gold.) A performer was playing some great music — Jimmy Buffett’s “Pencil Thin Mustache;” Lyle Lovett’s “If I Had a Boat;” Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic.” So, so perfect. Just the thing to refresh me totally — the feeling, if only for a couple hours, that I was on vacation.