May your classroom be full, but not too full, of eager students.
May your students not be jaded.
May they have turned off their gadgets before they went to bed.
May they greet you when they encounter you.
May they look you in the eye but not get in your face.
May they bless, not curse you.
May they never say “whatever.”
May they get their work done—by themselves.
May the sparks that light up their studies be sparks of interest, not Spark Notes.
May their parents appreciate what you do for them and see you as an ally.
May your classroom be a live one.
May you be the master, not the slave, of your classroom’s gadgets.
May your school’s and classroom’s routines serve not thwart your needs and your students’.
May your classroom’s main source of light be sunshine.
May its main source of sound be live voices.
May your bag of tricks be bottomless, and may you find no water balloons there.
May the only value-added in your life be the value added to your abundantly deserved retirement accounts.
May your administrators be educators not businessmen.
May they and all officials keep education from becoming preparation for standardized tests.
May they never think of education as a product.
May they share your dislike of baloney and pink slime, whether in the cafeteria, the classroom, or the office.
May they back you up not cut you down.
May your school’s mission be expressible in under ten words, all of them simple and direct.
May nothing in your building leak except hot air from pompous persons.
May all your school’s networks work.
May you possess or achieve the serenity to accept the human condition and the keenness to relish the good things you have; and may your administrators share this goal.