Nancy Fisher

[Sara-Elizabeth Cottrell @CottrellTeaches]

School board members should be required to be certified as substitute teachers and teach in a random classroom once a month.
(And get paid.)

[𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 @DrBradJohnson]

Have you ever noticed it takes teachers a couple of weeks before they actually start feeling like it's summer?
There's a reason for that.
Teaching isn't just mentally exhausting. It's emotionally exhausting. For ten months your brain has been solving problems, making hundreds of decisions a day, reading the emotions of students, managing behaviors, worrying about the child who didn't eat breakfast, encouraging the one who's ready to give up, and trying to make sure every student leaves your classroom believing they matter.
You don't just shut that off because the calendar says June.
So if you're just now starting to relax, don't feel guilty.
Your brain isn't behind.
It's recovering.
Maybe that's one of the reasons teachers need summer more than they realize. Not because they need a vacation, but because they need time for their mind and heart to catch up with everything they experienced throughout the school year.
Sometimes the healthiest thing you can do isn't prepare for next year.
It's simply let your mind and body recover from this one.

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

I saw this billboard in North Carolina. Ain’t that the truth. Can I get an amen?

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@FitFusion__ Tess

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@lady_valor_07 75

[Nithya Shri @Nithya_Shrii]

A very teacherly advise: Bad parenting cannot be fixed by teachers.

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@honeymoon250 There's the door

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@Amelia558rs 7

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@JamesAFurey Oh and the parents that rant on socials about schools and teachers then their first call for help food , rent , electric bill etc is school !!!! I just don't get it.

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@JamesAFurey How about parents that rely on schools to do everything!!!

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@nickimoraa Every district has a letter called home school !! Just fill it out and you don't ever need to worry about attendance again ! "Why isn't my student learning "?? Ah because they are never in school. Do us all a favor just check out and teach your student yourself.

[Fixing Education @FixingEducation]

Teacher:
Plans a great hands-on, fun lesson!

Student:
Slept for 2 hours the night prior because they’re addicted to TikTok

Administrator:
Comes in and notices uninterested, tired student and comments ‘’What do you think you can do for that student to make them more interested?”

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@official_Gegeh Red

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@etnow 12???

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@Maga_Trigger 10

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@Resisting313392 Yes

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@Damaan4u33 Shut up

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@its_The_Dr Hope

[Nancy Fisher @all4kati2]

@USAttyHabba To honor 9-11 victims. sure !!!