I’m sitting at my desk filling out a purchase request for classroom supplies. First, I have to go to the website, find all of the items, and print out the web cart. Then I have to fill out a cover page that includes the amount of the purchase, shipping information, and I sign off. I then scan and email all of the document to my central office for approval. Finally, I take the total amount, open my excel file, and deduct the amount from my center’s budget for classroom supplies.
I sit back in my chair. I have three more supply requests to go in my “Classroom Supply” stack of papers on my desk.
I scan my desk. There are other five more stacks of papers. All of them bigger than the “Classroom Supply” one.
I lean back. I enjoy the position, but there is so much paperwork. I look up at the ceiling and take a long, deep breath.
Just then, there is a knock on my office door. Not my main door, but the one that opens to the children’s playground. I open the door. Staring at me is one my former students. He is holding a red ball.
“Do you want to play ball Teacher Gilbert?” he says.
I look at him and think for a moment.
“… … yes. Yes I do,” I say.
I stand up, push in my chair, and spend the next 10 minutes playing with the kiddos.