82 days go quickly, believe me. They fly past. School starts next week and today is Day 77, the last Friday of summer break. Five days remain in my summer break. It’s been a good break, just the right amount of time. Almost.
I keep telling myself, ‘If I had a more time……’ but, I’ve had enough time. I’ve done the things I needed to do to get ready for the coming year and I’ve done the things that I needed to do to rest, relax, and restore.
We’ve spent time as a family. We’ve watched softball games, and I’ve listened to and watched my Astros and a couple of Reds games. We’ve been to the lake – boating, swimming, fishing, and hanging out. We’ve gardened, removed weeds, and painted a shack. We’ve sung songs and blasted Coldplay, before and after the concert. It’s been a good summer.
We were home for a couple of days earlier this week, I had scheduled a class and O got her school schedule and moved into her locker. She’s in 8th grade this year. This year I get to live the dream – 8th grade at school and 8th grade at home. It’s her last year in middle school, next year she’s off to high school.
We came back to the lake Wednesday evening. It’s our last ‘summer’ weekend at the lake. School starts next week. For O, it’s Wednesday and for me it’s the following day, Thursday; and then B (and Ivy) will have their house back.
I was sitting outside on the deck, talking to my mom, when I saw a C-130 fly over the lake, open the back deck, and I watched as two parachutists jumped out over the lake. The two parachutists descended, splashed down, and were recovered.
I could see the C-130 flying around for another go past and it passed over dropping two more parachutists.
The C-130 flew three passes and six more parachutists practiced jumping into the lake, two at a time. It was interesting to watch. All the while ivy patrolled the shoreline searching for minnows. That was the excitement for the day.
We’ve been watching the Olympics and we invited friends down to watch the Thursday night swimming events. O has caught Olympic fever, much like I did in the summer of ’76. We’ve been watching the swimming and gymnastics and I’ve been rooting for a former student. He finished 4th in the 100m breaststroke and 8th in the 200m breaststroke. O mentioned it was a bummer he didn’t medal and then she realized that he’d qualified for the Olympics and had raced in the finals. Impressive.
Over the course of a teaching career, seventeen years so far, I’ve had hundreds of young men and women filter through my room. Many had dreams of greatness as athletes, some continued as athletes in high school and a few into college. Three have been Olympians. One has earned two silver medals as a goalie for the US in women’s hockey, and another swam in the Paralympics in 2012, she’ll swim in Rio next month. Most of my students have gone on to be the next mister and miss citizen playing a part in the fabric of the community and of our country. A few have become teachers, but collectively, they’ve taught me as much as I’ve taught them. It’s a fair trade.
I am honored to have had some small influence with them.
Seventeen years passes quickly, this coming year is year eighteen as a teacher. 77 days of summer break passes quickly, too. I have five more days of summer and I am excited about the possibilities, but I am even more excited about the days that lay ahead, the days beyond next Thursday. The days when I put into practice what I learned this summer.
Today was a great day, and tomorrow could possibly be a million and six times better. But, I’ve got the rest of today. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one summer day, one summer evening, one step forward. Always forward.
What moved you forward today?
BLOGGER’S NOTE: The photo above is from the Library of Congress collection. Ansel Adams, famous for his black and white photographs of the western United States, chronicled the Manzanar War Relocation Camp in 1943.