Thought I’d do another one especially applicable in this, Flu-Season.
Also, as a reminder, please get your Flu Shot – signed, your loving not wanting to be writing sub plans friendly neighborhood teacher.
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By Daniel Ottalini
No other word
Breeds fear amongst teachers
And giddiness within children.
When the ill-fated winds
Of January Flu blows
One down, two down, three down, more
Round the building it will go
Plans written in the early morning
Make little sense to those
Still staying, still holding
They scramble this way and that
Students left out on the blacktop
The teacher prays
Just schedule our PD on a holiday
No more plans, no more pain
No more notes about Steven
ripping up his homework
Brave are the souls who enter these halls
When children would rather be chasing
Spring air drives their bodies so
Some are nice, some not so
The paycheck to go
Hear their feet out the door
Will they return?
At least, we know
The teacher returns
She hopes the classroom hasn’t burned.
the substitute takes a weary breath
And prepares for it again
the next day.