it is the end of school for us — April and May are nuts. These are days apt to be described by the first paragraph of “A Tale of Two Cities.” Right now I have 3 planning periods a week. (Not kidding.) Plus Special Olympics Bocce Ball. PLUS NHS Blood Drive. PLUS Senior Slide show. PLUS Graduation movie. PLUS Bidding out pulling cable for the new building. PLUS the Technology plan and budget for next year. PLUS tech support. PLUS my book launch for Reinventing Writing to coordinate. PLUS graduating my second child and getting her off to college.
MINUS sanity.
I say this because tens of thousands of you live this every day. This is your life. You totally get this.
To bad no one else does. Don’t expect them to either.
People are going to start casually saying
The School Year Doesn’t “Wind Down”!
And you know they are among the clueless. There is nothing “winding down” about the end of the school year. It is more a complete and total crash. You accelerate until you run into a brick wall and you hope your seatbelt lets you get out of the thing intact so you can limp off to your summer. The first week or so of my summer is spent sipping coffee – staring into space and reading books where stuff gets blown up. I’m worthless because I’m spent. Every shred of everything I had to give is given.
