Tomorrow is the last day of school for students. I think it is quite possible that this was both the longest and shortest school year I have ever taught. My most challenging class ended up being my favorite. I think I learned more about being a teacher this year than at any other time in my life. One thing I've not learned, is how to be ready to leave on the last day! I have to attend on Thursday to do get signatures on things and finalize grades; however, if I am ready to leave, then I don't have to attend school on Friday giving that I will attend graduation on Saturday. Considering there is nothing short of a catastrophe that would keep me away from graduation, I would love to have Friday off work. That is not going to happen. There is no way I will have all my teacherly duties done and have my room cleaned and packed by end of day on Thursday. No matter what though, I am at the end. I have made it, the kids made it, and we are all moving on toward new beginnings.
This is going to be The Summer of Writing. I've been naming my summers since college. There was The Summer of Twirling Skirts, The Summer of School, The Summer of Get a Divorce, The Summer of Buy a House, and so forth. You get the idea. This is going to be The Summer of Writing. It all begins just 24 hours after graduation with check in at Tinker Mountain Writer's Workshop. No, I am not ready. No, I have not decided which 20 pages I'm going to take with me. No, I have not printed off the manuscripts of the other participants and begun reading and commenting on them. It's OK. It will all get done.
The end of school is here. The beginning of The Summer of Writing is here.
I want to have a Summer of Writing, too. A Summer of Twirling Skirts sounds pretty great, also.
ReplyDeleteI am in for the Summer of Twirling Skirts. That's the summer I want :) But I think my summer is going to be The Summer of Getting my SIster on Her Feet. Which is good too!
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