Or, "Evidence I Should Never Teach Language Arts"
Ahem. Here we go.
Twas the day before break, and the kids were all crazed
Snow was on the ground, and the school day delayed;
Shouted laughs rang through all the halls, unfettered,
Coming from the warm-clothed, bundled and ugly-sweatered;
In the ag room could be found the usual mess,
Projects, papers, and the random official dress;
Record books stack up on the desk without care,
Still waiting to be updated since last summer’s State Fair;
Projects pile up in the corner of the ag shop,
Hoping to be finished by next term’s student crop;
The greenhouse sits lonely, benches long bare,
Waiting for the plugs which will too-soon be there.
The land lab was cleaned up, to the general surprise,
With the barns buttoned up, and the pipes winterized;
Unscored papers sat ready for the reluctant red pen,
The inbox greatly outweighing the graded out-bin.
Then the last bell rings, and the halls empty out,
The last student through the door with a bang and a shout;
Before the echoes stop ringing, and last grades are due,
The rest of the teachers are out and on the road too;
But not the ag teacher, who’s parked at their desk,
Grateful for the first chance today to sit down and rest;
Winter Break is a break, but not without tasks,
For SAE visits, FFA meetings, for whoever asks.
They do it for the students, to influence their future,
and for our communities, and the future of agriculture.
But that’s okay; after all, that’s why they do it -
Because it’s good work, and good work’s worth doing.
But now, it’s lights out, and head down the road home,
No more lectures, no more labs, no more sticky clay loam;
It’s the time for family and friends, for they are the reason,
We can enjoy all the good parts of this Christmas season;
So Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year.
But should the Mayans be right, one thing is clear:
No grading will be finished before the 21st,
‘Cuz all of that work wasted would be the absolute worst.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and thank you for what you do!