10 more days til summer.
For me, officially, anyways.
8 days if we’re not counting the weekends.
7 days if we’re not counting the personal day I am taking this Friday for my friend’s wedding.
This pretty much makes me the happiest lady in the world.
So many people keep asking me when the school year ends.
They’ll ask: “So, when is school all done for you?”
And I’ll tell them however many days are left and then I’ll add that I’m super excited and that I love summer.
Like the other night for instance, someone asked, and I answered: “I’m done on the 14th. I CAN’T WAIT I AM SO EXCITED SUMMER IS MY FAVORITE.”
Or something like that.
“Oh, so have you had a tough year?”
I always seem to get this response from people. And I always wonder why. Did I say I don’t like my job? Do I seem like I had a hard year? It’s like they’re taken aback by my enthusiasum. Like a teacher isn’t allowed to like summer or something. Like we’re supposed to want to teach 12 months out of the year.
I mean, yeah there’s been drama (the “you’re not my best friend anymore” kind). And there’s been accidents (books ripped, paint spilled, and the other kind of accidents, too), and sickness (strep throat, the stomach bug, pink eye. All totally gross, I know.). And yeah, there’s definitely been lice (one girl got it 4 times– yeah, ya heard me right. 4 TIMES). But the truth is, I’ve had an amazing year with an amazing class. Both this year and last year my first graders were incredible. They’re funny, they love learning, and there’s no other people I’d want to spend my weeks with September through May.
But as awesome as teaching is for me and as much as I love it, the fact of the matter is I just love summer more. No doubt about it, it’s just THE BEST.
I thought everyone knew that.
So when I tell you summer is my favorite this doesn’t mean I’ve had a hard year.
And when I tell you I can’t wait for summer it doesn’t mean I don’t like my job.
Because when I tell you I live for summer it’s just me telling it like it is.
And that is all.
Summer rocks. It’s simply the honest to goodness TRUTH.
The best, most truest response to this question about the school year ending was given to me by a second grader herself:
“Are you excited for school to end?” she asked.
“Totally.” I responded. “I LOVE summer.”
“Yeah, seriously.” she said with a smile. “I mean, WHO DOESN’T??!!”
That’s the response I am looking for, people. Because seriously. WHO doesn’t?!