As I write this, I am sitting at my newly organized desk, looking around at my newly arranged classroom. I feel strangely empty. This will be my seventeenth year of teaching, and for most of them I've been insanely excited to go back to school in August. This year? Not so much. I have thoroughly enjoyed my summer - spending time with my kids, reading an amazing number of books, and thinking deeply about my practice. One would think I would be chomping at the bit to get back into the swing of things. But I'm not.
I've felt like this before, and I know that when the kids arrive on the 25th, their excitement and energy will fill the hallways and my classrooms. But I have over a week before then. Next week I will be leading some professional development for my school district, and perhaps that will help generate some back-to-school excitement.
Over the past few days, I've been pondering my reasons for not feeling it this year. I wonder if I am perhaps overwhelmed and anxious about some major changes at our school: a new curriculum, a school-wide switch to the workshop approach in reading and writing (which I've been using for awhile now, but still), and a new layout for our school day to name a few. These are huge changes, and I am a perfectionist and a worrier, so it only makes sense that I'm feeling apprehensive.
I need to tell myself to breathe and to go enjoy the last stress-free weekend of the summer.