Our principal had a local restaurant, known for its wonderful pancakes (Hello: Gingerbread!) come grill and flip some in our library. We briefly thought about just pulling our chairs up to the buffet table to eliminate walks for numerous refills. Third grade teacher extraordinaire, J, cutting it up with the Pancake Man.
The only bad thing about the breakfast buffet was the carb-induced cloud that followed. Soon, reality came knocking in the form of new Instructional Planning Guides. We were given some amazing curriculum resources for this school year, and the syrupy fingerprints all over them will only make the work sweeter, right?
Unless you have set up a classroom for a new school year, you cannot even imagine the detailed work necessary to be ready for the first day. I find myself staying at the school until about 6:00 p.m. or later. I still cannot figure out what to do with my evenings yet. I work hard all day, come home and think, "Now what?" I've only had the TV on for a few shows since I got home from Maine two weeks ago. Maybe the new season will hold some more interest for me. Maybe not. I don't mind being alone; I mind being lonely. A friend pointed out that maybe it would get better when my students arrived. One flaw in that logic: they won't be coming home with me.
Thankful for the flurry of activity that are our days building up to the First Day of School. Looking for activities to fill the nights that follow them. And seeking that future and hope that is promised to us all. Pressing on.