You can see them in the corner, swiftly changing from bathing suit cover-ups and flip-flops, to new Anne Taylor Loft capris, cotton shirts, and noiseless shoes. Or, they may donning pressed khakis and wearing Tweetie Pie ties. The fancy-free summer personas disappear with the twirl of a lasso.They are armed with bulletin board borders, items to be laminated, and school-issued lap tops.They become unrecognizable to family and friends. They have vague likenesses to those fun, deck-sitting, staying up late, vacation going, sleeping in people.
I finally understand the entire Clarke Kent-Superman, Diane Prince-Wonder Woman confusion. Were people really that confused about their identities? Seriously? But they inherently changed because they had to save people, and get rid of the bad guys. This made them unrecognizable.
Who are the bad guys in education, you may wonder? It doesn’t matter, because if you trust us, we can take care of them.
But, as I am part of the annual teacher transformation, I understand Clark’s and Diane’s struggles. And yes, I’m saying that teachers are like Superman and Wonder Woman. To be a superhero, one must eliminate the mundane, and embrace hope and determination. . We have to be dynamic, wear magic accessories, and proficiently spin.
The minute we walk into the school, after a few weeks of summer, we slough off the frolicking, singing birds, and popsicles. We instantly begin planning, organizing, discussing, hot-gluing, taping, shifting, maneuvering, and sweating.There is no in-between, adjusting period. In fact, we are a bit scary. Okay, quite scary.
This post is just a shout out to my teacher friends. Their ambition, passion, love for education, and continual quest to learn more and enhance their craft, is enough to get anyone motivated for another school year.
Our summer selves are somewhere, inside of us, throughout the year. Hopefully, they won’t entirely disappear. The year will consume us. But, this is the sacrifice superheros must make.