January is Over. Seriously?


How is it possible that January is gone?  Where did it go?

I need more than 31 days to get used to writing 2010 on my checks.  Never mind, I don’t use checks anymore… it’s 2010.

It’s been 67 days since Thanksgiving.   37 days since Christmas.

This amazes me.Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock...

And saddens me.

It’s been 164 days since my school year started (which means the countdown is on and we may just make it… and this doesn’t sadden me).

All of this is hard to believe.

There’s never enough time.  And the time I have goes way too fast (i.e. weekends).

When I was a kid, time went so much slower.

A math teacher explained this concept to me.  When I was 8 years old, every year was 1/8 of my life.  Now that I’m 42, every year is 1/42 of my life.

That means at the age of 8 each year accounted for 12.5% of my total life.  Now each year accounts for 2.4% of my life.

Time is going more quickly because it is a smaller percentage of my lifetime.

I’m no mathematician, but this is only going to get worse (when and if I’m 80 years old, each year will be 1.25% of my life).

This math story problem makes me feel old.

It’s amazing that it’s been 15,467 days since I was born, so I guess technically I am old.

The good news is I will never be younger than I am today.

Either way I look at it (or use the calculator to figure it), I realize I really need to be more productive on a daily basis.

The clock is ticking.

Faster every year.


“Time is an illusion.  Lunchtime doubly so.” – Douglas Adams.

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Time Flies When You’re Having Fun. Or at School.

The school year is 25% over.  This is the only way to look at it.

Saying we still have 75% of the school year left sounds… well, sounds like we still have three-quarters of the year left.

Call me crazy, but for my own mental well-being I’m sticking with the idea that we are a quarter of the way done.Time Flies.  Although Not Literally.

As an added bonus, I should point out the year is flying by at an unprecedented quick pace.

Although, I’m not sure why I’m excited because there will be another school year starting 3 months after this one ends (if all goes well… and I get a good evaluation. If you hear anything to the contrary, please let me know).

I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating … the older I get the faster each year seems to go.

There’s probably a formula that could explain this to me, but since I didn’t take physics I may never know.

I can only come to one conclusion.  I’m old.

Not old in the sense that I am the last surviving Civil War veteran (which to clarify kids, I’m not).  Or old in a way that I saw pre-fat Elvis in concert.

Old in a way that I remember when Burt Reynolds was cool and hip (along with Jerry Reed and Dom DeLuise).

An even better way to explain this is I’m old in a way that is only understandable to people who work in schools.

I’m no longer on the bottom half of the Seniority Scale (the young vibrant half… sorry top half, but you know we all go to bed early… really early).

I’m in the group that spends more time talking about retirement than discussing their exploits during college.

I’m that kind of old.

It wasn’t always this way.

I used to be young.

Now I’m so not.

When I started working in education the older teachers were very recognizable.  The dressed differently (usually better), they spent a lot of time discussing the good old days in education (primarily the ability to spank), and they graduated from college when I was struggling to pass kindergarten (that’s a whole different blog… or possibly a series of blogs).

I didn’t really understand the older teachers.  They were different in so many ways.

I found them very conservative and slightly grumpy (kind of like… me… now).

When I was around them, I did my best to just keep my mouth shut (this was and continues to be a constant struggle).

Things have changed in the last few years.

Older staff members have retired.  They are now enjoying a life that doesn’t involve a bell ringing every 45 minutes.

And I’m still working with a bunch of children (I’m not talking about the kids attending school, but the teachers who were born after 1987… when I was already in college).

This has caused me to see myself differently.  Who am I kidding?  I still see myself like it’s 1982 (sophomore year of high school… I had my whole life ahead of me… I was full of hopes and dreams).

But the years passing by have definitely changed how others see me.

They seem to look at me in the same ways that I looked at older teachers.

The school year going quickly is a good thing.

Moving up the Seniority Scale (and pay scale) is a good thing.

Getting older… not so good.

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As Educators, Shouldn’t We Be Counting Down to the First Day of School?

No matter where you go, schools have a lot in common.

Each one has bulletin boards covered with faded construction paper, a colored pencil or crayon laying in the hallway, copiers that are jammed, horseplay in the restrooms, and at least one staff member who can tell you the exact days, hours, minutes and seconds until the end of the school year.

Generally, they start the official countdown right after Christmas.

This holds true, unless the staff member is having a bad year. Then they start at Halloween.

Really bad year, Labor Day.

The best part is that you never have to ask them about the countdown. They tell you as they walk by in the hallway.

I can remember doing this. My system was slightly more low-key. Let the Countdown Begin!

I checked off the days on a school calendar that was taped inside my grade book.

Do teachers still have grade books? And if so, why? But, I digress. Again.

Checking off the days gave me a sense of accomplishment. At the time, I thought keeping track made the year go by faster.

It was even more special when I forgot to do this for a few days. Then I got to put X’s through 3 or 4 days at once.

Weekends were an added bonus.

I felt like I had just won a prize. The more X’s the better.

But the X’s always had to be in the same color. In retrospect, I have come to realize that I might have some control issues… or a disorder.

Hard to tell. But in my youth, chewing on paint chips was probably not the best plan.

Checking off the days probably made the end of school go slower.

Now that I work (and remember everyone’s definition of work is different, so don’t judge) 12 months a year, I never worry about the end of school.

It doesn’t even cross my mind. Maybe that is because I am so focused on the job at hand.

I am locked in. Totally immersed in the job. Giving it 110%.

Or more likely my memory is getting so fuzzy that I just forget to do it (i.e.: paint chips)

Just as soon as this school year ends, it will be time to start the next one.

At this stage of my career, I am not a counter. My life is passing fast enough… kind of like the huge bowl of chip dip intended for a staff luncheon that is gone by 9:30 in the lounge. (I can’t make this stuff up.)

No need in wishing my life away.

Plus, if I really need to know how many days are left, I can just walk down the hall.

At my school, or your school. Or any school.

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