When I was little, a famous family Thanksgiving at my aunt’s house in Illinois changed the way we talked about gratitude in November. When we, like dutiful Americans, went around the table to say what we were thankful for, we were banned from the profound or the cliche. So my mom was thankful for post-its, my dad was thankful for ballpoint pens, and I was probably thankful for the no-more-tangles spray that staved off the worst mother-daughter hair combing battles.
I’ve thought a lot about what I’m thankful for today.
I’m thankful for a functional photocopier, for the longevity of my pencil sharpener, for SMARTboards.
I’m thankful for for my roommate who happily and voluntarily grades pretests, for my parents who make me laugh and feel like a Jersey girl again for 25 minutes every Sunday. I’m thankful for my brother who always offers a shoulder and a free technical consultation, for my friends who reply rapidly to text messages, for my mentor who kicks my teacher butt and then drives me to the airport.
I’m thankful for airplanes, and cars, and credit cards.
I’m thankful for 9 more PTO days.
I’m thankful for post-its.
I’m occasionally even thankful for 120 sixth graders, but that is a statement too profound to be uttered in the B household on the Day of Turkey.
The list this year is long, surprisingly, from the small to the tall. It is long, and not tinged with misery and depression. So more than anything, I state with a degree of a profundity, I am thankful for that.
Happy Thanksgiving, one and all. May your dinners be delicious, may your grading piles be unmarked, may your data be untracked, and may your lessons be unplanned.
And may you rest assured, there are only four more weeks until Christmas!