I rejoice, because as of today, I have survived my first year as a middle school teacher. The last of my seventh graders stopped jumping off the walls long enough to exit the room for good at 3:15. It was a glorious sight.
I've had Alice Cooper's "School's Out for Summer" in my head all day. What a happy thought.
I am still getting a grasp on everything that I'll have a 3-month break from. No more last-minute lesson plans. No more grading mediocre work. No more returning the phone calls of ornery parents. No more answering the same question three times in one class period. No more "I BELIEVE I ASKED YOU TO STOP TALKING!"
It is with excitement that I embark on this summer with grad school classes, painting some rooms in our house, and getting away with my husband. Along with a few birthdays, a slew of weddings, and many backyard barbeques.
I'm ready for a break. Minnesota summer? Bring it on.