As summer ends, I'm torn. Part of me is sad that summer is over. No longer will I be able to enjoy days relaxing in my yard, reading books, watching television, playing games with my kids. The days of waking early and sitting for an hour on the swing in my yard are coming to an end. The lazy days are wrapping up. Days are getting shorter and even though it's still August, the trees even look different now.
Yes, summer is coming to an end, and that makes me a little melancholy. But with the end of summer comes something NEW and exciting.
You see, I love school. From the time I was a child, I loved September. As a 5 year old, I couldn't understand why kids were crying when their parents dropped them off. I had been waiting my whole life to go to school with the big kids. And as I got older, I still loved the first day. There's something about a brand new box of crayons. All of the colors in place; all with crisp, sharp points. By the spring, crayons will be broken and missing; my favorite colors will be dull. But in September it's fresh and new and exciting.
And that's one of the main reasons I knew I would be a teacher some day. Every year, I start fresh. Just like that box of crayons, I start out fresh and new, nothing missing, all the colors crisp and sharp. Yes, as the year wears on, like the crayons, I will wear thin, colors will break, I will snap at students . . . they will snap at me. But each September, I can put behind me the failures and frustrations of the previous year. I can look at the mistakes I made last year and start fresh this year. My box of crayons will be new and sharp.
So, yes, I'm sad that summer is almost over. But an energy is building in me, getting me ready for the excitement and the freshness of the new year.
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