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Eric Baylin's
Songs to Brighten
A Teacher's Day


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We've made it to the middle of May. With the weather shifting and trees leafing out, it seems like everyone -- teachers and students alike -- want to bolt from the classroom to bask in the warm air.


About the Lyricist

Eric Baylin has been a teacher for 37 years, working with a variety of age levels in both public and private schools in New York and North Carolina. He currently works at Packer Collegiate Institute in Brooklyn, New York, a K-12 independent school established in 1854. In addition to teaching art and photography to middle- and high-school students, Eric coordinates a program of collaborative faculty study groups in Packer's professional development program.

The Middle of May

(Sung to the tune of
Turkey in the Straw)

By the middle of May, I begin to wonder whether we can we rein in our restless students (and teachers) and keep school reasonably intact for a few more weeks. Mostly, though, I wonder about myself! Can I hang on until graduation and the final faculty meeting?

Well, they get a little crazy by the middle of May;
There's a hint of summer, but we have to stay
Still a few weeks longer, and I have to say,
I am counting every minute, each and every day.

Chorus:
Teaching is wearing; teaching is tough.
Summer is coming, not soon enough.
I've been planning, grading so much stuff,
By the middle of May, I have had enough.

Well, I've heard people say teachers have it pretty good.
We get summers off, and you know we should.
If they tried to teach, do you think they could?
They'd be fried by noon. Yes, you know they would.

Chorus:
Teaching is wearing; teaching is tough.
Summer is coming, not soon enough.
I've been planning, grading so much stuff,
By the middle of May, I have had enough.

They were misbehaving at the first of the year,
And they're not much better June is almost here.
I have done what I could just to persevere.
Sent the forms in for a sabbatical year.

Chorus:
Teaching is wearing; teaching is tough.
Summer is coming, not soon enough.
I've been planning, grading so much stuff,
By the middle of May, I have had enough.

Well my patience wears thin by the middle of May.
Oh, it feels like Friday almost every day.
I don't know how I'll make it, but there might be a way.
I could call in sick for a mental health day.

Chorus:
Teaching is wearing; teaching is tough.
Summer is coming, not soon enough.
I've been planning, grading so much stuff,
By the middle of May, I have had enough.

Song lyrics Copyright© 2006 Eric Baylin