The Class of 2016 up and graduated yesterday, which means that for this teacher, it is now officially summer break.
And I have no plans.
That sounds wonderfully liberating, doesn't it? Days on end with nothing to do other than what I wish to do? No alarm clocks. No morning and afternoon traffic. No hole-in-the-dike inbox upkeep all day long. No monitoring anyone's behavior other than my own (unless you count that of my mischief-making dogs).
So why does the idea of two months without reporting to work actually sound bewildering to me at the moment?
I think I've become my routine.
Clearly I need this break.
Right now, I'm looking forward to lots of reading...
and, weirdly (well, weirdly if you know me), lots of yard work, de-stashing, and cleaning...
So how I did start my first day of summer?
By waking up at the crack of dawn thanks to the slurp-tastic tongue of my clearly attention-deprived dog, getting dressed in zombie mode, and heading out for coffee -- you know, same as always. Except today I noticed that the sky was bluer than blue, and I actually stopped to smell the gardenias, and when my cranky still-sleeping husband growled that I was up and about too early, I just laughed it off.
Summer: Day 1. I'm ready.