I hit “post” on all my grades by noon today, thus closing the book on the 2017-18 school year. My 15th year of teaching is in the history books–all in the same district. I taught 11 years of high school and now 4 years of middle school.
And in case you can’t tell by that photo, it was over 90 degrees in my classroom this morning. So sweaty.
Usually I work like crazy so I can get out with the kids and go have lunch/drinks with colleagues. This year I didn’t do that. I did finish up my grades really quickly, but I decided to use my afternoon to organize and straighten my classroom library–something I usually come in and do the week…or a couple months…after school gets out.
This summer is going to be different. I don’t know that I will ever really feel like coming in to do all that lifting and work, so I did it today.
Usually I’m all, “WOO OOO OOO SUMMER!”
Not today. I walked out of my classroom today with a heavy sigh. Yes, I was ready for the school year to be over. I mean, we have been in school since August 20! But closing my classroom door for the last time means it’s time to turn and face the next adventure: chemotherapy.
Honestly? I’m finding today rather tough. I don’t want to move past today, but I don’t want the school year going any longer either.
I feel like I could crawl into bed and sleep for days, but I also don’t want to because when I wake up, I’ll have to face the music.
Some days are tougher than others in this waiting game for it all to start. I worry a lot about the pain, the sickness, and the inability to function. And I think about my hair a lot.
I told a few teachers yesterday that 90% of the time I feel pretty good about everything. Well, not “good,” but at peace. Today is part of the 10%. I’m not in fully meltdown and cry mode, but I feel crabby and lacking in the joy department.
I’m thankful that the school year is over though, because it means I can slow down a bit.
About Katie
Thinking of you. That’s a hell of a thing to be facing.