“It was the best
of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age
of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it
was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of
hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing
before us, . . . . “ – Charles Dickens,
Tale of Two Cities
holidays, it has certainly seemed like the tale of two semesters for us at The
Eighth Floor, both perfect and problematic all at once. Between snow days and the flu and the coming
of spring allergies and storms, we have managed to fit in a few classes
We have had more
hurdles than usual. There were several
weeks when I was starting to wonder if we would ever get more than one or two
days of classes going without having to reschedule everything. On top of the
weather issues, we have worked around conferences, our own mini flu
epidemic, weather – you get the idea. Complication.
On the other
side of that, however, are the teachers. It may be that every class I have taught
this semester has been remarkable. Not a
clunker in the bunch! No, I don’t mean
because I am just that awesome – I mean the people coming to our classes are
just THAT AWESOME. I have met some great
new teachers, new to us and/or new to teaching. We also have a solid core of people who take
every class we offer – love these people! My classes have been full of educators who are
ready to do the work. Some of my very
best classes have been a perfect reflection of what The Eighth Floor does best –
bring together teachers, kindergarten through college, who listen to each other
and help each other.
I may have
worked harder at my job this semester, but I have appreciated it the most.
I am tightening
up the summer schedule – just taking a little break with this blog post. I am looking forward to another fast,
furious, and fun summer. And thanks, but I'll skip the "worst of times" next semester.