Parent Teacher Conference days are so long and intense! And for some reason we don’t get a day off like most L48 teachers do to make up for the over-contract time . . . let’s hope we at least get financially compensated.
There are occasional rewards to teaching in the bush, though. On my street-lit 5-minute walk back home (take that, Gambell!), I spied three of my four girl students walking across the village square. I quickly hid behind a snowbank and made a few snowballs. When they got closer, I pelted them with snow and then tackled them. One girl pretended to be dead, so we held a mini-funeral. When she wouldn’t get up, I threw some snow down her coat. We had a little snowball fight and then planned our sleepover party for next week.
Down in the Lower 48, I would be concerned about a few lawsuits.
Up here? This is just life as a bush teacher.