Monthly Archives: May 2014

Summer On Purpose

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Summer is here!  Woo-hoo!  I honestly can’t believe it still.  We’ve been out of school for a week now, and I’m still in some sort of weird denial.  Maybe it’s because I’m still trying to write April on my checks.  Don’t know.  I keep telling myself it’s real…maybe it’ll sink in soon.

With summer comes the lists, the plans.  I refuse to waste nine wonderful weeks.  My plans go something like this…read, clean, write, write, write, read again, clean out a closet or two, read, write, write, write.  Let’s hope I can stick to the plan!

I have one book I’m editing (which makes me giggle each time I say it because I’m no editor), one I put down a year ago that needs an ending (not sure why I put it down), and one I just started.  I plan to give them all lots of attention this summer.

I read a wonderful quote on-line – it said, “…be an on purpose person.”  That means living my life each day with some sort of goal, don’t you think?  It’s so easy for me to get caught up in stuff…stuff that eats away time, not material stuff.  I don’t want to look up in July and wonder what I’ve accomplished over the summer.  So my purpose for this summer is to spend time doing what I love, and I love writing.

Periodically, I get reminded by a punch to the gut that life is not endless.  Our community suffered another loss of a child this week – a 16 year-old, polite, kind boy.  I hate that these moments make me more aware of passing time.  I hate that sometimes I need a nudge to get to doing and get to living.  I have dreams…I best get to making them come true.

 

“The brightest of flames becomes an ember.  You better live life while you can.” – Keith Urban

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The End is Near

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Have you ever heard children tattle before?  It’s a screeching sound, almost like a mad cat or fingernails on a chalkboard or even the squeak of fingers rubbing against a balloon.  Are your jaws locking yet?  Mine are in a perpetual state of lock.

Take the 1 child tattling, multiply by 20, divide by one teacher’s sanity, find the ratio per hour, and measure it for good will.  Now show your work and explain how you got your answer. Wait a minute, Common Core just slipped into my psyche…ugg.

"I use my brain." Let me count the ways I love this kid!  This is just one of them.

“I use my brain.”
Let me count the ways I love this kid! This is just one of them.

 

So we’re on the final countdown.  Thursday is my last day with the students, and by Friday afternoon, another school year will be in the books.  This may be the fastest school year I’ve ever had.  I truly cannot believe we’re finishing this week, but it’s that time.  Time to say goodbye to a precious group of children, time to finish what I started ten months ago.  I think the hardest part is knowing I have to start over again in August.  We work so hard taking the children from very small, timid, just out of Kindergarten, little ones to reading like a top, taller, more mature, almost second graders.  It’s hard to start over each year but that is the nature of the beast, and that is my job.  My job is to take humans from point A to point B with as much growth possible in between.

My mantra through much of life…the hard stuff anyway…is ‘this time tomorrow, it will all be over.’  When I think I can’t survive 150 first graders on a picnic or a difficult time in any part of life, I just tell myself, ‘you can do it…this time tomorrow it will all be over.’  Believe it or not, it helps.  The thing is, this time next week, it will all be over.  This school year will be done, and if I’m totally honest, I’m not ready to see this group go.  They’ve been fascinating, inquisitive, helpful beyond belief.  I’ll be sad to see them leave my room on that last day.

The opposite of this time tomorrow is to enjoy every minute of every day.  I think it’s a blessing to be able to stop and smell the roses.  It takes a little bit of effort to stop, to breathe, to take it all in.  I’ll savor the last hugs, the final hand-written love notes and precious drawings.  I’ll cherish their smiles and giddiness over the idea of summer break.  I’ll do my best to enjoy each day this week…even as they tattle…because I’m aware that it will be this time tomorrow in a blink.

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”

Dr. Seuss