I was a teacher for over twenty years. For me it was a great profession. Extremely rewarding personally and professionally, the knowledge that you are actually making a positive impact in children’s lives, and a lot of vacations. I’m a vacation kind of guy; I love my leisure time. A lot. Really. A whole lot. In addition to all of the usual holidays and vacations, and enough personal and sick time that you could make your own mini-vacations (but you didn’t hear that from me) that teaching offered, you had the holy grail of vacations. Summer. Ten week of uninterrupted, sun drenched bliss. No work, all play, everyday. We all loved summer vacations. Right? I never met anyone, I mean anyone, that didn’t love summer vacation as a kid. Why most people gave that up to get two weeks, begrudgingly given to you, and you better not take two consecutive weeks, and make sure you check your phone every two-seconds, I’ll never know. Or even committing the most heinous sin of all, unused vacation days. How is that possible? Hmmmm. Let’s see. Would I rather occupy my time with some mindless bullshit, or do what I please? I think the answer is obvious.
I recently retired and have rather taken to retirement life. As a former teacher when August first came around, I got a sense of dread. You know, the little bit of queasiness in the pit of your stomach. Any teachers reading this, you know what I mean. September is right around the corner and its back to work time. Plus the added bonus of August flying by fast AF, Well, you get what I mean. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like going to prison, in fact, I loved my job a lot, a real lot. I was lucky; it wasn’t work for me. But, I still got those August First Blues.
No mas. August first has come and gone with nary a whimper. Hell, I’m writing this a few days after the first and everything is cool. The sun still rises and sets. August first? I laugh at August first. Yes, I know, it was only a few short months ago that I would never look August first in the eye and sneer, but times have changed. I’ve moved on. To my former teaching colleagues and other teachers who may be reading this as well, I wish you an easy August as you wind down the summer and get back to teacher mode. Yours is one of the hardest jobs out there and you all do it so very well. Your time will come when every day is Saturday, but until then enjoy every moment you have in the classroom. You really make a difference.