The leaves of our trees, they are a-turning. Our summer days are noticeably shorter; Canada geese honk overhead; the Queen Anne’s Lace is blooming along the highways. And if we can quit having heat waves around here, our mornings will take on that delicious autumn tang.
The leaves of our schoolbooks will soon be turning too. This is my last full week at home–and although I have a scary amount of writing work to finish up, I’m ready for a change. Okay, almost ready…
The ‘Call of the Classroom’ is real. Funny how that works. At the beginning of a holiday, I never want it to end. But by the final afternoon, I’m ready to head home. It’s the same with school. Then too, it’s almost autumn, my favorite season of the year.
Don’t you love New York in the fall?
It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address…
~ Joe Fox to Kathleen Kelly in You’ve Got Mail
It’s the time of new beginnings, autumn is. A fresh school year, a clean start. While the weary teacher in me mourns the loss of summer freedom, the rested teacher is eager for the crackling energy of the classroom. And the lovely scent of new-sharpened pencils.
What’s with the new pencil thing? It gets me every time. Along with a just-opened packet of crayons, lined up and ready to use.
Sweaters, pumpkin spice lattes, and a fire on the hearth. Rain-washed sidewalks and cloud-shrouded skies–I welcome these. Along with the buzz of laughter in the now-silent school halls.
Yes, it’s almost time to get that classroom up and running. Unlock the doors and welcome in a new set of lively minds. That’s the best thing about a fresh school year: the undiscovered potential.