It seems like just a week or two ago we got out for summer break, yet the time has come for another school year to begin. I teach, so I went back to work last week. Yes, the madness and chaos of the back to school rush has begun. Teachers decorate their rooms, go to workshops, and get together for planning sessions. Parents get the shopping lists and buy back to school clothes for their kids.
Look all over Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest and you can tell it’s time for Back to School. You can also tell there’s a complete lack of consistency across the board when it comes to how people feel about it. Some parents throw up memes indicating that they’re ready to party as soon as their kids get on the bus. Other parents express anxiety about the year to come.
Me? I have as many mixed feelings as the general public.
On the one hand, I’m excited to start a new adventure, both at the school I work at and with my son. I’m starting the year on a new team and partly in a new role and my son gets to start his year in a new grade level with his peer group. I’m happy that my son will start the year in Inclusion classes this year instead of in a self-contained classroom. I’m also glad that his school seems ready to work with us. As far as my work goes, I’ve started off on the right food with my administration and we’re working together to meet the needs of our students. I’m thrilled to say that I actually feel that I’m having positive communication with everyone I’m working with this year. All of these things are good.
On the other hand, I foresee the year creating a situation where I’ll quickly fatigue. I will not have the time to plan that I will need, which means I’ll wind up bringing even more work home than last year. Half the time to plan means half the work will get done at school than I was able to get done last year. Squeaker will definitely have homework every night and he didn’t have that last year. I’m happy about that because I want him to progress, but I also know this will require me to spend energy that I will have very little of. We’ll have to come up with a process for getting him to complete work and really stick with it. As he gets used to new routines and expectations for independence, I expect his frustration will create more behaviors, at home if not anywhere else. I pray that I will come up with a swift solution to all of these issues.
When all is said and done, I know we’ll fall into a pattern of some sort and we’ll adjust to this whole “back to school” thing. I’m nervous as hell about starting anew, but we’ll get used to it just like we always do. As far as I’m concerned, when it comes to this coming school year, “We Got This.”
How do you feel about going back to school?