What I Think I'll Do vs. What I Actually Do--A Teacher Summer
Maybe I'm a weird teacher--that is totally possible. But for me, I have 3 or 4 teacher selves. There's "Beginning of the School Year" me, full of ideas and delusions about how much time these ideas will take to implement, there is "Middle of the School Year" me, optimistic that there is still plenty of time in the year to do all I dream of--but kind of in need of a nap, and then there is "End of School" me. This last one comes to the surface as the sun starts to set later and later. In the final weeks of school, as all of the "lasts" occur, the summer hovers over me like a helicopter parent on the first day of kindergarten, constantly reminding me of it's glorious and long-awaited arrival. Everywhere I turn, I am reminded of all the productive and artistic things I can, and will, do once summer starts: that pile of books on my nightstand and the emails announcing fresh fruit at the local orchard remind me how artsy and outdoorsy