I am a guy who lives for summers. I wasn't always like this but I'm pretty sure I can pinpoint the exact time in my life where the months of June, July, and August became such an integral part of my happiness.
You might be inclined to deduce that my yearning for these warmer times is related to a sports season or a passion for outdoor activities; perhaps even slower times at work. In some regards you might be correct but not exactly for any one of the three multiple choice answers provided.
You see, my wife is a teacher.
When I met my wife she was not a teacher - she was a student. When we married she was finishing her degree and starting out on her own professional career. To say that I knew nothing about the educational system at that point would be an enormous understatement.
In the nearly 20 years that followed I have learned everything that a parent, student, citizen, and spouse should know about the challenges that every teacher faces. Armed with those insights it is difficult to reconcile the carefully framed messages of politicians and privatized education proponents with the realities of life in the classroom.
My wife is a teacher. I've never once, in the history of our life together, seen her trading derivatives, speculating in real estate, engaging in subprime lending practices, or making exorbitant demands on her employer for an outrageous salary.
It is perplexing to me that over the past few years she and her colleagues have, at least in the eyes of many, become public enemy No. 1. I suspect that a good portion of this misguided angst is directly related to the economic environment; something that she had absolutely no part in creating.
Is she without fault? Absolutely not. I have over the years thought that she would have been much better off taking her well-earned college degree and her intelligence into the private sector and guiltlessly accumulating as much wealth and material possessions as possible. Sometimes you just can't talk sense into these folks.
My wife is a teacher. Instead of making money she decided to make a difference.
My wife is a teacher. For nearly two years she worked diligently to achieve the prestigious designation as a nationally board certified teacher - a designation that came with a small annual bonus. After meeting her end of the bargain, the state pulled the funding.
My wife is a teacher. She has worked for a decade and a half for far less money than her counterparts who are not public employees. She did this satisfied with the proposition that the pay was steady, a small retirement income certain, and the intangible satisfaction of steering the lives of children.
My wife is a teacher. Her income is in decline. As a reward for her faithful years of service our state has decided she should give back 3 percent of her salary toward her retirement. After all they say "this is what folks in the private sector do." Tack on another 2 percent reduction for the expired payroll tax holiday and the hits just keep on coming.
My wife is a teacher. Despite continuous assaults on her take-home pay, she shells out thousands of her own dollars for classroom supplies. She is impervious to the yearly barrage of administrative mandates established by politicians and so-called "educational experts" - she soldiers on.
My wife is a teacher. She is reviled by certain segments of our society who labor under the belief that she is underworked and overpaid.
One would think that after 15 plus years in a profession where a four-year college degree is a minimum entry requirement, that most would not begrudge her a $40,000 a year salary. And for those less inclined to the truth, her salary is adjusted to smaller twice-a-month paychecks to cover the summer months when school is not in session.
My wife is a teacher. She is tasked with the enormous responsibility for the care and safety of your children. I'll dispense with the lengthy analysis on this topic. Two words suffice - Newtown and Oklahoma.
Someone please let me know the next time LeBron James throws his body between a child and the working end of an assault rifle and I will hold professional athletes in the same reverence I do teachers.
My wife is a teacher. For nine months of every year our family lives in the metronomic cycle of early morning wake-ups and late evening lesson-planning. We revel in the plethora of candies and candles, gift-cards and gadgets that herald the arrival of the "Christmas Break," and I observe with interest the emotion a hand-written note from a first grader can bring at the end of a school year.
My wife is a teacher. From August to May she had dedicated herself to the interests of her kids and her school. She has prepared and toiled, laughed and cried - and shared 100 stories about the amazing kids who walk through her door each morning. She has left me wondering in awe how she does so much with - and for - so little.
It is the summer now - my happy time comprised of the few short weeks that I do not have to share her.
My wife is a teacher - she is also my hero. I promise to return her in August.
Terry Wallace, Ed.L.D., is a Senior Fellow at the Public Policy Foundation of West Virginia and a Senior Fellow at the Government Policy Research Center at West Liberty University. He is a native of Bellaire.