It was a dreary day today, so I’m not grateful in any way for that!
I was scheduled to meet my great friend Sharon for lunch and for that yes, I was very grateful.
I was expecting that we would lunch at the mall near my house, munching on a funky salad and a piece of dark bread at the Cheesecake Factory but no, it wouldn’t fit for her and I could afford to be flexible. So Pearl River it was; Pearl River where I used to “live” where I spent more than half of my teaching career and I can’t remember the last time I stepped inside the doors of the school.
An hour with Sharon, 10 minutes at the bank and I was ready to head for home. But how could I not stop at school and I had this challenge for shoot something for my daily blog. So I made a spontaneous pit stop. I didn’t get out of the car but I did find a spot to grab for this post.
This mound, a few trees, now a bench as well. It’s a spot I was grateful for. It was right outside the back of the school, close to my classroom. I could take a class outside from time to time without asking permission. We could practice play scenes, we could share stories, we could shoot photos. We had freedom. As a teacher, I had freedom- not total freedom but as long as we didn’t take off our clothes, we didn’t drink or smoke pot, we didn’t disturb other classes, we could be there and I was trusted to be using our time together constructively. Sometimes my principal, Bob would stroll outside and join us, curious to find out what we were doing.
I am remembering… and I’m grateful that I was a respected teacher. I hope that teachers at PRHS can still use this mound and I hope they feel as respected as I did when this place was my “home.”