I spent most my day reading, caring for the house, walking the dog, eating my delicious Wegman's Sub, planning for classes, and answering emails. I tried to go back-to-school shopping, but the whole idea of buying clothes midlife is simply boring. I just want to kick around in weekend lounge wear. Not professional at all.
This morning is more bloodwork, the hair will be cut, I have a lunch, and then there's the FWC picnic, a ritual I rarely miss. It's the official start to a new year when the new faculty arrive to the FWC picnic...it is camaraderie with camaraderie...one of the few occasions where faculty are united as a front.
I also want to finish a book before I have to return. I'm almost there, but it hasn't grabbed me to the point of obsession yet. Those are the ones I love most. I'm hoping it will in the next couple of page flips. We're getting there.
It doesn't matter if a beginning teacher, a mid-career educator, or a late-mover and shaker like me now...the back to the grind-rendezvous is never fun. It's a severing of the persona for 180 days and a total commitment to a classroom of others. It's good...but it's a lot. 31 years in...still a lot. But here we are.
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