Classes are starting, which means that I’m likely only weeks away from that moment—as inevitable as first-week crushes and pasta-bar hangovers—when a student walks into my office, paper in hand, and says, “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you want.”
Years ago, right before an end-of-the-term field trip, my son brought home a notice from his middle school. The body of the letter included the usual information: dates, cost, arrival and departure times. But, the last line contained an ominous warning.
Some kids are happy that school is back in session. Others head for the classroom with some trepidation, but their reluctance is nothing compared to what Charlottesville author Erika Raskin feels each time she thinks about her days as a substitute teacher.
Years ago, before I decided to bite the bullet and embrace the soul crushing rejection that often goes with Being a Writer, I decided to try my hand at substitute teaching. I realized my mistake almost immediately.
If you’re like me you put off doing your taxes. You know that in the spring it’s not always easy to find a weekend that both you and your spouse can clear the table, sit down with the calculator and all the receipts, and do the tabulations to get the Form 1040 and accompanying Schedules A, B…filled in. To be quite honest I dislike having to get it done. How about you?