I was really going to write a cute little vignette to the tune of “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,” but my brain is not feeling creative-y. Could be because jetlag has become a semi-permanent fixture in my life, as of late, or it could be some other totally unrelated reason. Nevertheless, today is the day before teachers report back to school for the academic year. The students won’t report until September 2, 2018. (Cues Ren and Stimpy’s “Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy.”
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not that I’m not excited to begin another school year. I just wish I had a few more works of summer to soak up. We literally had six (6) of summer vacation. Six. Weeks. Of. Summer. Vacation. My shortest summer break in the history of my tenure as a teacher. I did make the most of it, though, by returning to the good ole U S of A. I didn’t take very many photos at home, and for good reason: I’m beginning to become one of those people who enjoys the moment and smells the roses instead of capturing every moment via photo or social media post.
I spent most (if not all) of my days in America sporting sleeveless dresses, shorts and tank top shirts (since I can’t typically wear them here in the Middle East), sleeping in most days, spending time with close friends and family, and going wherever the wind blew me. I had several scheduled lunch and dinner dates, but many days I could be found lain across an air mattress in my mom’s living room, atop my granny’s couch, or under the down comforter in my hotel room seemingly without a care in the world. This was how I spent many a days in America, and it was so well needed.
On this eve of another school year, as I prepare to be professionally developed, I am truly proud of myself. My first 6 months teaching abroad last year were rough; so rough that I wasn’t sure if I would make it through the second half of the year, but I did, and for that I choose to rejoice. Rejoice that I’m no longer the new kid on the block. Rejoice that though many struggles and storms arose, I overcame them. Rejoice in the fact that though crazy at times, I love my life in the Middle East (and the decision to move abroad is in the top five best decisions I’ve made in my life thus far).
So, though I could use at least another week (or two or three 😜) of vacation, I’m gonna walk with my head held high and my arms and legs covered into PD tomorrow like a boss.
Until Next Time,