Steal not the hours,
You wily-winged rogue,
For they rightfully should remain
With whom they’ve been bestowed.
Cheat not the teacher;
Dare not be remiss
In the payment of wages
For if you do, you shall know this:
Students spare no moments.
They’ve not patience nor the time
For work-weary tutors
Who’ve martyred their lives.
The years, they’ll not linger.
But their minutes, they are mine!
I shall use them to my fullest–
Re-energize heart and the mind.
–C. Green
another quiet muse 
If you think of it as donating, you will never be hustled.
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Yes, my friend, that mindset is a joyful one. I’ve indulged long in it, but I cannot continue to donate indiscriminately. Teacher burn-out is so very real, unfortunately. We give of our time above and beyond (just as a matter of course, it’s expected of my profession)
and give of our pay to outfit our classrooms every single year… I think my poem was a little protest : ) In any event, your sense of volunteerism is good for the soul, and I thank you for reading my poem!
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You go for it. You’re in an unacceptably denigrated business – many years, many evolutions, and all of them negative for the teacher.
Y0u just go!
Cheers,
Frank
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Thank you, sincerely! This is my first day back to school, starting the new semester, and your words cheered me immensely 🙂
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Best luck.
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I quite sure that you would have bemused and inspired me if I was present in your class.
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Aww, thank you for that! 🙂
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