For the first time I can ever remember, I feel like July is taking forever. I think it probably felt this way when the kids were younger, and especially those years when school didn't begin until September. But once we moved and school began starting in the middle of August, July was a month that flew by and made August "loom".
This year though, we have, like everyone else, been home since the middle of March (it's been seventeen weeks, in case anyone wanted to count and lost track). Overall, it hasn't been awful on a daily basis. Not at all. I LOVE not getting up with a number of "5" staring at me on the clock. Not even a "6", except once this summer. School is not starting until the end of August, so we have another four weeks of not getting up before the sun. So this all makes July feel like it is forever.
And I also need to acknowledge, that part of the reason I'm not dreading the end of what is usually a zooming July is that there is a BIG part of me that doesn't believe we will be getting up before the crack of dawn in four weeks either. The super sent an email to staff this morning that he is beginning to lean toward not starting school in-person. Well, yikes! While I love the thought of not having to be up so early, it makes me very sad to not have a "real" first day of school. I had really hoped that we would have a week in, and then maybe have to go remote. I know how important those first few days can be for both teachers and students to develop expectations. But I also know that the virus doesn't really care about that! As with everything involving this virus, there are so many different thoughts and emotions running through my head!
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