The best metaphor to describe teaching is a bulldozer of love. You aren't necessarily ready to go but regardless you and your beautiful students are suddenly picked up by the bulldozer and carried to a new land with new resources and new treasures and new things to find as you sift through the dirt to find the gems you know are hiding somewhere. And just as quickly as you land, another scoop brings you to a new hill with new challenges and a new place where the dirt is different than the dirt before and the treasures are also different. In fact, maybe they are hidden deeper this time.

Sometimes in the dirt, somtimes on top of the hill you find yourself trying to rest only to get gently scooped up again and brought to a new hill in a new place in a new time to start all over again. And sometimes with all this scooping and all this exploration you have to stop for a second and just think about the fact that maybe you could tell the bulldozer to stay in the same place for a little while longer. Maybe you could tell the bulldozer to stop for a second and just let you look at the pile of treasure because you left so quickly the last time you didn't even get to sift through the hill in that new spot in that certain place in that particular time. 

I wonder how many of our students feel their day is a series of bulldozing adventures. I wonder how many wish they could stay just a little bit longer in that one place in that one time?