Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t get that sinking feeling on Sundays as I neglect my family to prepare for the school week.
If I didn’t care, it would be my own child I stand in the shower worrying about, not others'. If I didn’t care, the $1.60 per hour more than Seattle’s minimum wage I was offered to work on curriculum this summer wouldn’t feel like a gut punch.
I wouldn’t care that legislators receive more than this as a stipend each day just to eat. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t feel guilty participating in walkouts attempting to get legislators to do their job.
But I do care, so I will stand up to the legislators. They don’t care that the voters voiced what they believe to be best for their children. They don’t care what the state Supreme Court has ordered. They don’t care they failed again by not completing their jobs during the legislative session.
I’m a teacher, and I do care. I am truly sorry for any inconvenience a walkout day may cause my students and families.Life would be easier if I didn’t care, but no one ever said life was easy.