The first day of school was Tuesday. That evening, our school had a performance to celebrate our 250th year and so yesterday wasn’t a school day. I did go to work, but I was in summer mode, with wet hair and flip flops. Last night, I struggled to fall asleep, my mind whirling with all the things that need to be done. This year, we’ve adopted a new schedule, one with longer periods and a rotation. We needed the change, but it certainly leads to a more complicated new school year.
From today on out, we settle into our regularly scheduled days. And by settle, I mean start to teach and live with the new schedule we’ve adopted. So much planning has proceeded these weeks that I can no longer sort out what excites me and what terrifies me about the new schedule. I’m ready to start living with the days we’ve planned.