(This is for the Slice of Life, a regular writing activity hosted by Two Writing Teachers.)
“So, ” he said, juggling a neon green soccer ball in his hand, “I got all my homework done.”
I nodded. “Excellent. Now you can spend the afternoon outside, right?”
“Yeah. I have a soccer game,” my sixth grader answered, and then asked: “Do you have homework?”
“Yeah. Do teachers get homework? Like we get homework?”
I thought about the staff meeting I was going to with our new principal, where she would be handing out a pile of forms for teaching goals this year and for teacher evaluations. I’d have to fill those out. I thought about how I was going to a meeting after that meeting, with the Western Massachusetts Writing Project, and how I needed to create a plan of action for the year for our Technology Team. I thought about the stack of vocabulary quizzes sitting on my desk.
“Yeah. I’ve got homework,” I said, smiling at him. “Plenty.”
“Too bad for you,” he laughed, as the dismissal bell rang and he raced out to his bus, balancing the soccer ball in his hand, as I yelled out “have a great afternoon” and made my way back inside on a beautiful end-of-summer/start-of-fall afternoon, facing another four hours of meetings. And homework assignments.
Peace (in the share),