Summer

I told myself once that if I ever decided to quit teaching, I would not make that decision during the school year. Why?

Because even though the school year is mentally and physically draining…

Because even though by the time May begins, I’m marking off the days on my calendar until summer break begins…

Because even though after the AP Exams are over, the bulk of my teaching is done…

Because even though I often times find myself asking why I keep coming back for more year after year…

I find that the same phenomenon occurs summer after summer.

I miss my students.

My students are the reason I get out of bed every morning from late August until early June. My students are the reason that I’m actually kind of okay with the fact that summer is just about over for me. My students are the reason that I teach.

I’m excited to see my old students and to meet my new ones. I’m excited to see what this year has in store for me and for them.

As I finish up my last teacher work day today before I begin my 14th year in education on Monday, it is this excitement and anticipation that drives me through the many mundane tasks that I have to complete before I’m ready for the first day.

If there is ever a summer when I’m not anxiously awaiting the start of the next school year, then I’ll know that I need to move on with my life. I know that day will probably come at some point, but I hope it is very far in the future.