To Those Teachers…
Photo by Kenny Eliason on Unsplash This is for those teachers. You know the ones. This is for the teachers who create classrooms that feel like cozy nooks of acceptance. The ones who create immersive lessons that make learning feel like an adventure. The ones who can’t make it through the Dollar Spot at Target without purchasing the tiny flower pots or the neon pencil pouches that will definitely come in handy at some point. Hopefully. This is for the teachers who keep granola bars and tampons and band-aids on hand — even when the school district says that the responsibility rests with the parents. The ones who make students feel genuinely liked. The ones who treat their students as whole individuals — as people with strengths, weakness, hopes, fears, traumas, and triumphs that shape their actions from day to day. You see, I am a high school English teacher. I teach seniors. Lately I find myself awash in the copious amounts of apathy that can...