I go back to work in two more days. That is to say, I go back to working in the school building during prescribed hours. I don’t think I’ve stopped working for more than a few waking hours at a stretch during the entire summer (not even on days I resolved to Take A Break). I can’t seem to help it; my brain goes there. Teaching is what I love to think about.
I’m excited to go back. I’m itching to go back. I considered calling the building to see if the groundskeeper would let me in a few days early, but that seemed excessive, so I’m still working from home: reading, planning, creating documents, designing posters…
I know not every teacher feels like this. I know I may not always feel like this. This will be my second year of classroom teaching, which makes it the first time I get to come back from summer vacation since I was a student myself. The novelty might wear off. The annual chance to start fresh might start to blend with all the other years.
But right now, I’m pumped. Psyched. Enthusiastic beyond all reason. Here’s why.