Put your pants on and get to work
My not going to work sends one message only: We have a sub, so we can snap chat in the dark for 90 minutes while an overly dramatic History Channel documentary plays in the background. If I do go to work, I can do all of the following: Bang my head against a wall, or more often, my desk. Repeat directions for the umpteenth time. Answer stupid questions (they do exist, and you know it). Deal with unending nonsense from other adults that keeps me from doing what needs to be done for the kids. Patiently correct a child when they say something so egregiously ignorant/sexist/racist and they don’t even know it. Provide a space for kids to ask questions about their world in what I hope is a non-partisan, safe atmosphere. Be a female role model who gets shit done. I have no authority. All I have is a reluctant audience of 160 young people before me, but in that I have a stage. I have a platform. I can explain, guide, and impart life les...