Well, I am almost never here. My job takes me quite away; not physically but mentally. Is there anyone listening when a teacher says teaching is impossibly difficult? I love my job. AND I am exhausted. And I am a thinker. AND I am exhausted. AND I am a writer. AND I am exhausted.
And I am counting the days 'til summer... because I cannot really think or write in the ways I want to while I am a teacher. I love my job, but how much of 'me' has it taken away?
I will spend today planning the next few months, really. I will spend the next few months in a whirlwind of activity that I will love. It is April. We will read and write some wonderful things in this National Poetry month. I will teach readers how to read it. I will teach teachers how to teach it. I will teach students how to write it. In the month of MAY I will focus on a special project that will end in what promises to be a DYNAMITE performance. Soon after, I will ready students for another performance for graduation. I will pack as much instruction and skill building as I or the students can manage into these last three months of the school year. And all the while I will be thinking of the beach.
It is getting warmer--- slowly. Some Saturday mornings, I think I might take the drive out there but I never manage it. Maybe I am wiser than I know. Maybe I shouldn't tease myself with the sight of it. Knowing --- KNOWING--- that I cannot get my feet wet yet. Knowing that I cannot dive in with happy abandon.
So, if there's anyone out there. If you are frustrated with the lack of posting... well, know that I am too. Know that I am wearing my other hat. And know that that hat is heavy.
So here's to summer! Let it come slowly--- I have a LOT to do between here and there. Let it come swiftly and stay long. I need every salty, sandy second of it to be ready to face the school year that follows!
