It's half term. It was so quiet when I woke this morning I couldn't believe it was 8 o'clock. Normally Samina would have been shouting at the kids for an hour or more.
My wife is a secondary-school teacher and they are approaching their end of term, right now. It's sort of the annual academic equivalent of the Bataan Death March, with eight or nine weeks of summer vacation to follow. Each morning it is harder to drag her out of bed and each day she comes home a bit more tired and angry than she did the day before.
It is a peculiarly thankless job, with long hours and a lot of uncompensated labor. To make matters worse, the Republican party has been working hard to eliminate public education and, since Reagan, have made great strides toward that goal. Unless things turn around and damned soon, I expect to see the end in my lifetime.
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