This morning I said goodbye to my second home...my classroom.
I always start off with good intentions about putting everything away in its perfect place and by the end I am secretly stashing things away hoping I'll remember where I put it when I come back in August.
I usually don't remember.
But never the less, things are put away until the next little group of students comes. This will be my fifth year of teaching, which to me seems crazy. Where in the world did the time go? Next year will be good. I'll have my student teacher the first semester (which I'm really excited about)and it will be my third year in the same grade which I haven't experienced yet.
But I don't want to think about school right now. Right now I want to think about me time. I want to think about how I can make the most of this special time off.
I usually spend all summer thinking about the next year. But this summer I truly feel like I need a mental vacation. Don't worry, the moment I head back to school my thoughts will be filled with everything related to school...and it will continue that way until next May.
So as I turned off the lights, pulled the shades shut, and closed the door behind me, I left my school thoughts at school and walked into the bright sunshine of summer.