Flash Flood

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMrtc5p_aSWMPOOoEgost7Jl6UVs8fhJPVUwec98YMJuMKb19QNQNAh36HUyKW88ZZUWdEJtLPtUgdMKX-QlQATkJbgRr8Odb6cGlmtnTdqk_tm4SJTU4A34SXCiSWRk9CIisWaTxeajy/s960/Photo%252520Feb%25252021%25252C%2525202013%25252C%2525207%25253A22%252520AM.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="" height="375" id="blogsy-1361449752820.551" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMrtc5p_aSWMPOOoEgost7Jl6UVs8fhJPVUwec98YMJuMKb19QNQNAh36HUyKW88ZZUWdEJtLPtUgdMKX-QlQATkJbgRr8Odb6cGlmtnTdqk_tm4SJTU4A34SXCiSWRk9CIisWaTxeajy/s500/Photo%252520Feb%25252021%25252C%2525202013%25252C%2525207%25253A22%252520AM.jpg" width="500" /></a></div>Sitting at the table drinking a tepid cup of coffee watching Shadow-cat attack the dragons in my son's bookbag on top of my son's drafted CHAMPs poster as my husband finishes breakfast while reading his devotional on his iPad, I snapped this picture. The flowers from Valentine's day are wilted but I don't want to take them off the table. <br /><br />I head to school in just a moment after reading devotionals of God's unfailing love and <a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/simplify-simplify-/145742.html" target="_blank">stories of simplicity </a>from Thoreau this morning. My digital picture frame forwards in the background of the many memories I have with my children and family as I get a text from my sisters wishing me good morning.<br /><br />But still, as I ponder today, a sense of being overwhelmed comes over me like the flash flood watch my area is under until Saturday morning. My life is a flash flood. Such is the life of a teacher.<br /><br />In the business world, I knew I had to facilitate meetings far ahead of time and they stood on my calendar like bright lights beckoning me to work on them for hours. Whether I was teaching or facilitating, those meetings were important. Now, I facilitate 6 hours a day with but 50 minutes to prepare for all of that. If you proposed such a job to a businesswoman like I used to be, I wouldn't have taken it and told you that you were crazy if you expected me to get all of that done.<br /><br />Such is the life of a teacher. Flash flood. We handle the rivulets of work, crisis, teenage angst, and struggle bound up in the lives of these precious children.<br /><br />May you have a great day. Your work is worthy and and important and so are you, you noble teacher. Be it.<br /><br /><div id="blogsy_footer" style="clear: both; font-size: small; text-align: right;"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Written by Vicki Davis, author - Flattening Classrooms, Engaging Minds - Posted with Blogsy from my iPad" height="20" src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" style="margin-right: 5px; vertical-align: middle;" width="20" />Written by Vicki Davis, author - Flattening Classrooms, Engaging Minds - Posted with Blogsy from my iPad</a></div>

Teaching Flash Flood

Sitting at the table drinking a tepid cup of coffee watching Shadow-cat attack the dragons in my son's bookbag on top of my son's drafted CHAMPs poster as my husband finishes breakfast while reading his devotional on his iPad, I snapped this picture.…

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