I work on the weekend because there is not enough time in the week. Of course, there would be plenty of time left over if all I did was teach out of the book and not do any assignments, so perhaps I just have myself to blame. Perhaps when I decide to plan projects, extensions, and create opportunities for all of my kids to learn, I need more time. Perhaps when I decide that teaching straight from the book just is not going to cut it, then I need more time. I am not mad, or angry at the time I spend fore I know that I will get results back from the time invested. So I work on the weekends because my students deserve it.
I work on the weekends because it is quiet. I don’t turn on the music, the lights and I shut the door and let my thoughts roam. I practice, I reflect, and I tinker with what I am going to teach. I do this uninterrupted by students, coworkers, phone calls, needs for hugs, requests for lunch, mini meetings, or friendship counseling. I relish the quiet as my thoughts paint pictures of the results I want to have in the coming week.
I work on the weekends because it makes me a better teacher. By coming in, spending the time, and thinking once again about what I intend to do, I grow. I question my intent, I question my goals, and I always, always, think about the students. How do they want to learn about this? How can I be quiet while my students explore? How can this become memorable and not just another daily lesson? So I work on the weekend not by force, but by choice, because I choose to attain greatness as a teacher so that my students can attain greatness as well. I work on the weekends because my students deserve whatever extra time I can put in, they deserve that extra attention, they deserve the best. So I work on the weekends.