My kid’s school is cancelled tomorrow– not because of the weather, which is supposed to be absolutely outstanding, but because nearly 40% of the students in some grade levels and a not-inconsiderable number of teachers and subs have been sick lately. The email from the principal named no less than four different diseases that had been running rampant in the building lately, and apparently the janitorial staff will be boiling the building tomorrow.
It’s probably good that this happened, because the email also made reference to the “four-day weekend” that the kids were about to have, which made both my wife and I realize that he actually does have Monday off, which neither of us had really realized because we don’t have any idea how the hell to check a school calendar.
So here’s the cool part: I started the Current Occupation in June, right? And it’s mid-February now, as insane as that might feel. During all that time I have not missed a single day of work due to illness. I’ve come home and died a couple of times, and had some less-than-fantastic days, but I haven’t really been sick in months. And that’s after fifteen years of missing, usually, around a day a month every single year I was teaching. I was rarely if ever able to carry sick days across from one year to the next and had to dip into the sick bank twice. And not one illness worth any serious consideration since June, despite constant contact with the public throughout that time.
Add that to the pile of reasons I don’t miss teaching, I guess.