Reflections on a year gone by

My first year. It's hard to fathom that an entire school year has come and gone.

I feel as if I've just run a marathon. There I am, jogging along the sidelines, chugging Gatoraide, wiping the sweat from my face, thanking God that it is over, that I breathe easy for a minute. I feel my second wind is kicking in. Wait, another race is about to start. The gun goes off and there I go. My first marathon barely over before I am off and running again. That's what teaching is like. No matter how hard you run, no matter how much rest you need, you can never really stop. You're always running.

Here I am 43 days into my summer vacation, and I'm already up to my elbows in unit organizers, lesson plans, books to read (and re-read), and a whole year of history to learn.