One of my favorite times of the year is fall. Somewhere around the first or second week of August, I begin to smell the signs of the changing season, and of school quickly approaching. I haven't changed one bit since I was kid, either.
Every year, for as far back as I can remember, the week leading up to the start of school is full of last minute appointments, school supply purchases, and sleepless nights. Ok, not actually sleepless, but less sleep than usual (and not because I'm getting up early). And it's already started for this year!
I went to bed with good intentions last night, and I was even pretty tired from some last minute school prep. But, per usual, as soon as the light went out and I was letting go of the day, my mind began to race.
What are my classes going to be like? What about the kids? Did I get that bulletin done? How many copies do I need to make? I wonder if I will get to see so-and-so at lunch again. Oh, oh, oh - still need to buy ____________, for that one class.
I can't tell you how frustrating, and utterly exciting this whole process is! One of the reasons that I know I love my job is because of this very excitement. When I stop looking forward to a new year, I'm getting out, STAT. The anticipation is what keeps me going; it's what keeps my teaching fresh and new.
There is nothing like the cooler temperatures, the changing color of the trees, a new outfit or two, and walking into a freshly-waxed classroom. It's my favorite time of year! It's the time of year I remind myself of during the March mud-season or when the kids have checked-out June 1st. It's the most wonderful time of the year!
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