Somewhere around Thursday of last week, day 6 of a very late Spring Break, I realized that familiar feeling I'd been experiencing. It was hot outside; my day was passing by in a civilized, leisurely fashion. A few projects had been accomplished and I'd managed to sleep until about 9:00 that morning.
Oh yeah, I thought...this is what summer feels like.
The stress and exhaustion I had felt just five days before had subsided. Feeling that sense of contentment inside me led me to my next thought.
If this is what summer is like, and I'm pretty sure it is, sign me up. I'm ready to embrace the civilized, lazy days of July and August.
I checked the calendar before I left for work on Monday and counted up the school days until the end of the year. 42 days. I can handle that.
When I got to school, I could see that I wasn't the only one thinking this way. Another teacher had already taken the time to write the number 42 on the chalkboard in the team room.
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