All my bloggity teaching friends are making me anxious what with all their posts bemoaning the end of summer (as we know it)---here---here---here. I know the feeling quite well, but as I work in the summer I don't feel it quite the way I used to. The end of summer used to seem like reckoning time: when reality hit for all one's great plans and you had to set them aside. Being that I only had 2 weeks of pure freedom this year, I was amazed at how enthused I am to be back at work. I entered by 2 weeks, however, with no major plans and accomplished all of them and more! Woot!
Some time ago I broke the school-year anxiety cycle. There are benefits to working a 12 month contract, after all. It can still creep back in, however, particularly when paper-response-time looms.
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I kind of like the money that comes with working 12 months a year. It just gets kind of rough when those teachers and students show up again.
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