“Wait, aren’t you a teacher? Don’t you LIVE for the summer? Aren’t you thrilled to have July and August off? Isn’t that the whole point of going into teaching?”
So, even though I still have 8 days left (thanks, Hurricane Sandy), here’s what summer means to me….
Anything involving sleep. Sleeping in, staying up late, taking a midday nap if I so chose, going out after dinner, staying in pjs all day. Yup, that’s my number one reason why I love summer. So there.
Not having to pick out what I’m going to wear to school. It’s a close second to the sleeping thing. Yoga pants all day and a less restrictive bra is my idea of summer heaven. Also in this category is not having to “do” my hair or makeup. Which all adds up to summer not being my most attractive time of year.
Regular exercise. No, I don’t actually love exercising, but it’s a necessary evil and I feel better when it happens regularly, and because I have nothing on the summer agenda, I can get to Jazzercise more than twice a week.
Not packing a lunchbox. I don’t know why this would make the list, since I bring the exact same thing every day, and it takes about 4.2 seconds to make, but I still like not having to do it.
Time. To see friends, to make and attend appointments, to read, to see movies in the actual theater, to keep my house clean. Just to have it.
The heat (you saw that coming, didn’t you??!!)
The way the lawn looks. At first it’s overgrown with weeds and moss, growing to the height of prairie grass before the landscapers get here, and then it’s brown and crabby and shamefully ugly, especially when compared to my neighbors, whose grass always reflects the facts that they are lawn-care addicts.
A feeling of purposelessness. Wait, didn’t I just say I loved having free time? Yeah, I know. Sue me. I like doing. Certain things. On my time. Which means I will be spending some of my summer back in the classroom – organizing, planning, decorating come August.
Not teaching. I love having the summer to reenergize and reflect, but I miss teaching each day. I guess that’s a good thing. A weird thing, but still good.
Postscript: Shirley is not wearing sunglasses in the photo above due to the summer sun. She tripped over some movie equipment and got a black eye, which she was very proud of! How do I know this? Just one of the many useless facts swirling in my brain.