The End of Summer as We KNEW It...
When I got my undergraduate degree a professor told my graduating class that the number one reason that teachers got into education was: June, July, and August. Fact. I have completed four years of teaching sixth grade at a school that could be classified as challenging. Every year, by May, I am ready for summer. I am ready to relax, rest, and recharge myself as a teacher. This is a much needed break. Most people talk about how easy teachers have it come the summer months. However, no other profession deals with such defiant and irrational people (adolescents) on a full-time basis. That being said, I love my job. And I love my summers.
Did you read my profile? I LOVE to travel. Over the past four summers, I have had the luxury to go to such places as St. Petersburg, Florida, Chicago (MANY times), San Francisco, Jamaica, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Austin and San Antonio, Texas, and Louisville, Kentucky. I have gone to approximately 20 Major League Baseball games in six different stadiums. I have had enough time to follow baseball so closely that it has become my second favorite sport (it however, has zero chance of ever passing football as my favorite). I have become a runner. I have been given enough time to pursue and receive my master's degree. I have had enough time to move residencies. I have had enough time to enjoy every minute leading up to my wedding, and not had to worry about missing work at the same time. I am very lucky.
For the past four summers Amy and I have had an agreement regarding our summer vacations. I pick where we go one year, and she picks where we go the next. If you know us, you know that our ideas of a vacation vary greatly. One of us likes to go somewhere and relax; the other one of us likes to go somewhere and do as many things as we can possibly do while we are there. Amy's choice is the first, my choice is the second. I picked to go to Texas; Amy picked our honeymoon destination of Jamaica. I picked to go to San Francisco; Amy picked Florida. Where will we go next summer? It is my turn to pick, and I have several places in mind. However, we are about to be thrown a curve ball. As much as I like to plan-out my days, weeks, months, and years that may no longer be possible.
I hope that we are still able to take our vacations - the two of us, but we will see. That being said, I look forward to my upcoming summers. I look forward to teaching Ryne how to swim. I look forward to being able to be home with Ryne throughout the day. I look forward to taking family vacations (all three of us). I look forward to teaching Ryne to play catch. I look forward to, possibly, coaching Ryne through tee-ball and little league. I look forward to taking Ryne to watch the Iowa Hawkeyes basketball players play in the Prime Time League. I look forward to taking Ryne to the Chicago Bears training camp to get autographs. I look forward to taking Ryne to the Iowa Hawkeyes football family day. I look forward to taking Ryne to Wrigley Field (and wearing our matching jerseys!). I look forward to all of these things, as well as the other things I am unable to predict.
Summer will still be something to look forward to at the end of the school year.
When I got my undergraduate degree a professor told my graduating class that the number one reason that teachers got into education was: June, July, and August. Fact. I have completed four years of teaching sixth grade at a school that could be classified as challenging. Every year, by May, I am ready for summer. I am ready to relax, rest, and recharge myself as a teacher. This is a much needed break. Most people talk about how easy teachers have it come the summer months. However, no other profession deals with such defiant and irrational people (adolescents) on a full-time basis. That being said, I love my job. And I love my summers.
Did you read my profile? I LOVE to travel. Over the past four summers, I have had the luxury to go to such places as St. Petersburg, Florida, Chicago (MANY times), San Francisco, Jamaica, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Austin and San Antonio, Texas, and Louisville, Kentucky. I have gone to approximately 20 Major League Baseball games in six different stadiums. I have had enough time to follow baseball so closely that it has become my second favorite sport (it however, has zero chance of ever passing football as my favorite). I have become a runner. I have been given enough time to pursue and receive my master's degree. I have had enough time to move residencies. I have had enough time to enjoy every minute leading up to my wedding, and not had to worry about missing work at the same time. I am very lucky.
For the past four summers Amy and I have had an agreement regarding our summer vacations. I pick where we go one year, and she picks where we go the next. If you know us, you know that our ideas of a vacation vary greatly. One of us likes to go somewhere and relax; the other one of us likes to go somewhere and do as many things as we can possibly do while we are there. Amy's choice is the first, my choice is the second. I picked to go to Texas; Amy picked our honeymoon destination of Jamaica. I picked to go to San Francisco; Amy picked Florida. Where will we go next summer? It is my turn to pick, and I have several places in mind. However, we are about to be thrown a curve ball. As much as I like to plan-out my days, weeks, months, and years that may no longer be possible.
I hope that we are still able to take our vacations - the two of us, but we will see. That being said, I look forward to my upcoming summers. I look forward to teaching Ryne how to swim. I look forward to being able to be home with Ryne throughout the day. I look forward to taking family vacations (all three of us). I look forward to teaching Ryne to play catch. I look forward to, possibly, coaching Ryne through tee-ball and little league. I look forward to taking Ryne to watch the Iowa Hawkeyes basketball players play in the Prime Time League. I look forward to taking Ryne to the Chicago Bears training camp to get autographs. I look forward to taking Ryne to the Iowa Hawkeyes football family day. I look forward to taking Ryne to Wrigley Field (and wearing our matching jerseys!). I look forward to all of these things, as well as the other things I am unable to predict.
Summer will still be something to look forward to at the end of the school year.
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