School started Monday and the kids, my students, arrived Thursday. It was a good week, no, correction, it was an excellent week and it was over before I really knew it.
All things have a beginning and an end – there is a season for all things. I was unwinding Thursday after school trying to piece together all of the papers, memos, reminders and notes I had made during the day and I was tuned into my iPhone listening to a playlist headlined by “Long Cool Woman” by the Hollies. I don’t really listen to music anymore, like I did as a kid, rather I hear the music, the beat, and using it to block out other noise. However, occasionally, I hear a tune and listen to the words or the words speak to me, I am not really certain which. But, it happened Thursday after school when the Byrd’s “Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There is a Season)” started and I could hear the words. I put my pen down and listened.
To everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
It sounded like Ecclesiastes 3, the Bible verse I had quoted in Monday’s post. Indeed it was. Pete Seeger wrote the song in the late 50s taking Ecclesiastes almost word for word. The Byrds recorded it in 1965 and it made it to the top of the pop charts. It’s a classic and I have heard\listened to it many times, but I had never truly listened to it until Thursday afternoon.
Truly, there is a season for everything and a time and purpose for everything under heaven. It is time to focus on teaching and learning. It’s a time for high school football, fall softball, and grading papers, busy schedules, parent nights, and the sun is waning. And, for everything that begins again, anew there are tasks that take a back seat, a lower priority and even though they are more fun I need to a lot my time more effectively. Such was the case this week, I had wanted to write a post Thursday morning, but couldn’t and Saturday morning came and went, too.
It was a great week. I know it’s gonna be a great year. My students, my kids, are excited about learning, well maybe more excited about being back with their friends than learning but as a seventh grade teacher, I’ll take what I get and work with it.
In the middle of the morning, I looked down at my phone and I noticed I had several e-mails. Most of the e-mails were from my school account – the personal e-mails are blocked in school when using the school Wi-Fi (as they should be) but occasionally the sneak through in short bursts. I saw I had one from the Brown Road Chronicles – [New Post] The Men of WordPress Calendar. I was in between classes and on my way to lunch, so I had to look. I didn’t get far down the page before I nearly spewed coffee through my nose and all over my papers. There I was – Mr. May. I follow Steve and he’s seriously funny. He lives in southwestern Michigan and lives on a farm with his family AND they have goats. Like me, he writes when he can and mostly it’s about stuff that happens in his life. He wrote and performed a song Ducks in a Row that I just love. Check it out. I resisted the urge to finish the post, I was jammed for time and I didn’t get to read the entire post until Friday morning. Seriously funny, I was blindsided and honored to be included.
When I got home Thursday afternoon, I noticed my package from Susie at Susie Lindau’s Wild Ride had arrived. I was excited. It was my prize from winning her contest Where in the World am I this Time? She and her husband took a trip to Europe this summer while there, she blogged a few posts challenging her readers to guess where she was. I took guesses in three of the four and guessed correctly – with enough detail when she was in Paris. Inside the package were two Eiffel Tower key chains and a photo card. I had been expecting the package and was excited to get it. I am using one for my school keys this year, that way I won’t ruin my key chain yanking my room keys on and off when B and I change cars, as we do throughout the school year. I came across Susie’s blog last summer (2012) and have been following her since. She’s got a great sense of humor and she rolls with the punches even after a double mastectomy and a brush with breast cancer in late April/May. She is courageous as well as an amazing writer and blogger.
So, when Friday morning rolled around I was riding a wave. The school day was over before I knew it, probably over quicker for the kids, too. I sat down in my room after the kids were gone and tried to make sense of the first two days – reminders, papers, plans, and a list as long as my arm of copies to make, forms to complete, and dates to add to my calendar.
There is a season for everything under heaven and a place for balance, too. W is playing football again this season and his games are Friday nights before the varsity game. He started school Wednesday, the day before my kids began, and football practices began the week before and even though, the season begins officially next week, but Friday night was the Orange and Black scrimmage. It was a beautiful night for football, or anything outside for that matter. The sophomores played first, then the varsity, and by that time, it was dark and time to go home.
Saturday morning came early. W had football practice at 7.45 and O had a softball game at 9.00. Neither wanted to get up and I can’t say I could blame them. After practice and the game, I filled the day with chores and getting ready for the coming week. It’ll be a full week with school, meetings, and family activities – softball, scouts, football, and it ends with a three-day weekend and the last OFFICIAL day of summer – Labor Day. It’s Sunday morning – 8.40 and they are still sleeping. We’re gonna let ‘em sleep as long as they can; they need it.
But, for now, I have a full day ahead of me (and everyone else). Monday morning starts with our feet on the ground and learning. I have new curriculum this year and I have a lot to learn, a lot to prepare, and even more to read. Today is gonna be a great day, I know it, and I can feel it. So I had better jump up, jump in, and seize the day – today is gonna be a great day. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, especially one day at a time for there is a season for everything under heaven.
Is there a song that stuck with you, years after you heard it?