There’s a Hole in my Bucket,
dear school system, dear school system.
6 min readMay 21, 2022
Two students from my 10:30 reading group just adore this book. They sit together laughing as they sing aloud the words.
Watching them, sitting with them — absolutely fills my bucket. But, for some reason, right now, it just isn’t enough.
There is a hole in my bucket, and I am trying so hard to fix it.
Let’s go back to when I first noticed the hole.
Monday, May 2
I walked into work and found out that instead of my writing workshops, reading groups and extra doses of number sense, I needed to fill in for a second grade teacher. Nobody picked up her job.
Plans usually include worksheets and packets and those just aren’t my thing, so I went through my bookshelf and Prelutsky’s poetry spoke to me.
