Friday, Saturday, Sunday

My teaching partner thinks of summer holidays as a weekend. “June is Friday, July is Saturday and August is Sunday.” It makes perfect sense.

Here we are in June. We have to work most of the month, just like we have to work most hours on a Friday. But as the clock ticks closer to the end of the day, or the end of the year, we get happier. There is a sense of energy and excitement at the coming rest.

July is Saturday because it is all about doing what we love. Don’t get me wrong. I truly love teaching, but on Saturdays I get to indulge my passions and avocations. Oh, there are occasional obligations, but really, July is all for me.

August is Sunday. Brains start to shift and teachers start thinking about going back to work. The big difference is that Sunday nights are sad, but by August, I am ready to get back to work.

We have four days left with students and my team is trying to keep thing as normal as we can for as long as we can. Come Friday afternoon, though, we will be as happy as the kids.