It is Saturday, the 30th of May. The heat of this day brings to mind childhood summers in Nevada. I am sitting in the classroom on this Saturday afternoon in part to escape the heat (my house is near 75) and to prepare for our---get ready for this---last 7 and ½ days together. You need a moment?
Breathe; September is a hop, skip and breakneck sprint away.
Perhaps you thought that teachers countdown to summer like kids count down to Christmas morning or their birthday…. that all teachers salivate at the passing of these final days, anticipating some kind of freedom … Well… not me…
O.k. sometimes, when the alarm is going off even though I am quite sure I just laid my head down because I can barely peel me eyelids open…on that morning, I think “now, how many days till summer?”
Truth is, it seems like it came so quickly. I am going to miss the Tree Swallows. I will miss those bridging Swallows, founding members of this class family that will not be the same with out them. I will miss summering swallows too, even knowing they will return slightly taller and as elders and mentors of new class members. Thank you for a memorable year, friends!
