One week of school is officially in the books (get it… books… let it be known that somewhere I am the only one laughing…).
School has a long way to go, but there is good news.
The hardest part is over.
There is nothing I dislike more than the first couple days of school. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the school part I hate (although I do miss my old friend… summer).
It’s the “first couple of days” part.
The beginning of a new school year is a struggle (not unlike trying to convince a pack of 8 year old girls they shouldn’t be giggling at 2 am during a sleepover).
The start of school means everything is new again (which is good), but the bad part is everything is new again.
The challenge is to make what is new… routine. This involves the annual “Days and Days of Meetings”. These take place in the weeks and months before school even officially starts.
That’s why I’m happy when the first couple of days are over and done with.
Simply put, they are complicated, hectic, and tiring.
On top of that, these days are always half days. Students aren’t even in attendance full-time.
School without students. It’s really quite odd.
For the unitiated (new teachers) I am going to let you in on a little secret.
Half days last at least twice as long as full days.
Don’t ask me how or why, but they do (it’s one of education’s great mysteries… along with why teachers can’t microwave popcorn without burning it).
Common sense (and 3rd grade math) tells you a half is 50% of a full. Not at school.
Especially, not the day before a holiday (but don’t worry about that… the first school holiday is way in the future… like 3 weeks… hello, Labor Day!).
Give me a regular school day and a five day week. That makes me happy.
I need a routine.
I need the bell to ring so I know what time work starts. And what time to eat. And what time to go home (unless there is a crisis immediately after school is out… I hate that).
And do everything else.
Thankfully, my life is now headed down a more structured path.
School is back. I have a routine. And I’m very happy.
I’m also amazed.
One thing always jumps up and grabs my attention when school starts.
No, it’s not the excitement of the children returning to school (yes, this is a little thing I like to call sarcasm).
Or even the higher level of excitement that teachers have when they start a new year (yes, this would be more sarcasm… and there is no chance I will ever run out).
It’s not the heat (and how does the sun know when school starts???).
The thing that always amazes me is how tiring school can be.
Mentally and physically.
But mostly physically.
My legs are sore from walking around and my voice is fading from talking (probably too much).
I’m not going to lie… I need a nap.
School is hard work.
How come I forget that over the summer?