Nanny Goat

   
Dear Friends, 
As a traveller, I like my flights on time, my pilots alert and my flight-attendants amiable.
While riding the friendly skies between Manhattan and Toronto, over thick clouds that look more like a bed of undisturbed snow, I have to admit, stepping into my sister's life for a few days, did me some good.
Since I've quit taking risks, (opposing Bill 115 is the boldest thing I've done since my teenage years) every time on a plane, I wonder, what possesses me to send myself up in the air, without strings attached to a rock, down below. As helpful as a double Gin & Tonic is, I also need to bring out my writing tools and philosophize "en route."  
Since the union, has lifted the ban on volunteer activities of the elementary schoolteachers, one could say that the battle between the Ontario government and its educators is over. However, is the war over too? 
As Bill 115 is still in effect, I don't feel that politician's "promises" are cause for celebration.  As we say in Farsi sarcastically, nanny goat don't die, spring will come with melon and cucumber. 
This year didn't need to happen, but it did. It was offensive, draining, demoralizing and damaging in every imaginable way. It ripped the curtain of discretion between all parties involved; it hurt everyone. Nonetheless, I would have preferred to bury it in June, as a warrior.   
Now, a few minutes before landing, and less than three months to the end of the academic year, I'm questioning the value of my political views, professional principles and the white flag that I'm to wave. On this April Fool's Day 2013, as I step out of the aircraft, I'm not sure how I feel about my life rushing back to welcome me. Returning home shouldn't feel like this, but this time, it just does. Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed today?