September 1, 2014 – Labor Day 2014
It happens every year.
Labor Day weekend rolls around, and my subconscious shifts into anxiety
mode. I’m okay during my waking hours,
but in my dreams, I can’t escape the conditioning that two decades as a teacher
instilled in me. The day after Labor Day
is the day that students return to school in Fairfax County. If I were still teaching, I’d have a good
reason to feel anxious. And even though I’m
now retired, I dreamed last night of running around the school looking in vain
for my classroom, trying – and failing – to get to class on time in a very
unfamiliar building, searching desperately for my colleagues, listening to my
students speak in unknown languages, worrying about when I’d get a chance to
use the restroom – I was exhausted by the time I woke up from these nightmares! Thank goodness it’s Labor Day. I’ll try to take it easy today.
And speaking of Labor Day, Elliott doesn’t understand the meaning of the holiday. I
tried to explain that Labor Day is a day when you take time off from work, but he seems to think that it’s a day to labor. Consequently, he spent several hours downstairs
scraping up glue from the floor.
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