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Sunday Night

Sunday night.
6:20 p.m.
Starting to get anxious,
antsy,
fidgety.

It's a familiar feeling
as I head back to school tomorrow
after a week off for Spring Break.

Most of Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday
will be spent getting ready for student led conferences.

Thursday, the kids host their parents
to celebrate their learning.

Friday will be my only real teaching day.

There is so much I want to do with my students,
but I have to wait until Friday
and then the following week to try out some routines
and activities I've been spending this week reading about.

But, I'm sure (don't want to check my calendar to confirm this)
that next week there will be other interruptions to our routines.

Ah, yes! I remember. (I checked my calendar.)
We have a consultant coming for a week,
though each grade level will take turns working with her.

The week after that is a four-day week.

The week after that...wait!
I can't think that far ahead right now.

But, whatever the week after that holds for me and my students,
it will signal the one-month mark until the end of the school year.
THAT is mind boggling!
I feel like I just got started with this group of students.
We have finally found our groove, our rhythm
and soon, we will have to say goodbye for the year.

Some days, summer vacation looms too close for comfort
and, other days, it can't come soon enough.
Which goes to prove that we are never satisfied with the moment.
So, I commit to enjoying these last 40 some odd days left of the school year
with my students.

Sunday night.
Take a deep breath.
6:33 p.m.
It's all good.





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