The New England Classroom Teacher

WE'VE DECORATED TO THE HIGH HILT OUR CLASSROOM.  BRIGHTLY COLORED LEAVES FRAME OUR FRONT BOARDS AS ORANGE PUMPKINS LINE THE WINDOW SILL.  AS A MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER I AM OFTEN REMINDED OF HOW LONG WE STAY INDOORS.  THE STUDENTS ARE TOO OLD TO HAVE RECESS AND TOO YOUNG FOR AN OPEN CAMPUS (THANK GOODNESS!).  DURING TODAY'S 80 DEGREE WEATHER IN MID-OCTOBER I WAS WONDERING WHY I DID NOT HEAD OUTSIDE?  LET'S TAKE THE NOVEL AND READ UNDER THE TREES.  HOW ABOUT A WALK AROUND THE FIELD AND THEN WE'LL DIG INTO SOME FALL POETRY. WE'LL DRAW WHAT WE IMAGINED AS OUR TEACHER READ ROBERT FROST. WE'RE NEW ENGLANDERS! THIS IS WHAT WE'RE SUPPOSED TO DO. SAVOR THE FALL- GET BURIED IN WINTER. SO WHEN TOMORROW COMES AND THE AIR IS CRISP I AM LEAVING THE CLASS FOR A BELLY FULL OF FALL AIR AND NATURE'S EYE CANDY-THE KIND THOUSANDS OF AMERICANS AND FOREIGNERS TAKE TIME TO HEAD TO N.E.  IT MAY NOT BE IN THE STANDARDS, BUT ANYONE WHO HAS EXPERIENCED A CRISP FALL DAY IN BOSTON WILL UNDERSTAND AND COME OUT WITH US!