I
am still not officially back to work.
Usually I start the Tuesday after Labor Day, and the students arrive on
Wednesday. This year, though, probably
because of the progress associated with the ongoing construction of the new
high school and the remodeling of the middle school, the year is starting
late.
I
have already spent days in my classroom, a temporary reassignment to the old
high school, arranging and rearranging books and shelves and desks, prepping
for the school year that I am anxious to start.
Is
the extra vacation welcome? Under normal
conditions, I would say absolutely not; it’ll catch up to me on the other
end. But today, as I leave my classroom
mayhem mid-morning, I am thankful for a few more days. The temperature outside is creeping up to the
nineties with humidity in ungodly percentages.
If
I were teaching today, we’d all be melting into the floor.
Here’s
to another September, another school year, another chance to arrange and
rearrange desks, another sea of new faces and names, another few days of summer
before I have to be en pointe every day.
