You know that time, right? That almost-the-end-here-comes-summer time when suddenly the clock seems to speed up, school days are full of schedule changes, the to-do list grows rather than shrinks, and you are overcome by the deep sort of fatigue that isn’t cured by a good night’s sleep. And you’re feeling nostalgic and thinking back on the highs and lows and what ifs and I should haves and feeling a twinge of sadness as you anticipate letting go of this year’s crop of learners. That is where I am. Right now.
We have just one more week of classes. Nevermind that my fourth graders are only half way through Bud, Not Buddy (and are so into it there is no way we can’t finish, even if it means stealing some time from lunch or recess). Overlook my messy desk. The paperwork mounts in late May, and I doubt I will see much of the wood surface until the end of the first week of June.
The children all look a little too big for their current grades. Uniforms are worn or snug. Lunchboxes are desperately in need of a scrubbing (or the trash can). The temperature outside screams shorts and sunscreen and sprinklers and pools. Students come in each morning a little sleepy as they’ve pushed the bedtime routine later and taken advantage of sunlit evenings.
In class, we’ve started talking about summer books and planning our TBR stacks. We’re finishing year-end assessments and wrapping up final projects. We’re writing our last on-demands. Today we did realistic fiction stories in third grade and boy were they fun to read. We’re reminiscing about books and discussions and author visits and celebrating after the last spelling test of the year.
That time- this time… I’m trying my best to pay attention and notice, to enjoy the chaos and distractions, to embrace the mess and packed schedule. I don’t love it as much as I love the beginning of the school year. But I’m determined to be right here, right now.