Today was the last day of my school year out here in California. Whew!
After filing grades and turning in my parking pass, I was reminded of one of the many reasons I love this exhausting gig – the finality of a school year.
In most other Jobs in Grown-Up Land, you’re never really done. Every day must feel like another batch of the same as yesterday, reminding me of this Dunkin’ Donuts classic (Any other GenXers out there?):
We’re the lucky ones, though. Not only is every day of high school an unpredictable bullet train of wacky fun, but the entire school year works toward building something of lasting value. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still donut baking-tired at the end of some weeks, but our work has a beginning, a middle, and a very clear end. I like that.
Yes, the cycle will start anew in August, but somehow every year feels different. It’s a mystery of human chemistry that rosters of 34 teens never create exactly the same mojo in a classroom; one section will be super-serious, while the next class will be stacked with standup comedians. Also, I’m forever tinkering and changing curriculum, so no two years ever look exactly alike.
Now that summer’s officially arrived, I’m going to
collapse recharge my batteries over the next few weeks. Then, I’ll be back in front of my laptop, mixing up a fresh batch of lessons for the new year.
Vacation on, everyone!