Oh how I love the week before school. I have my classroom to myself; it's like my very own office. So quiet. So at peace. The calm - before the storm!
I was born loving to organize. That doesn't mean that I am good at organization or that it comes naturally to me. It means I was born loving to try to be organized. And during the quiet week before school, that is what I do.
I sharpen pencils, number and label erasers, books and jacket hooks.
I reorganize my cupboards, my bulletin boards, my units.
And then I plan. I create. I have TIME to be creative. I don't have marking and extra-curricular and student needs to distract me this week.
Being in the classroom, in preparation mode, makes me salivate and feel the excitement of September: which, by the way, has always been my favourite time of year since childhood: the promise of a new year, and all the possibilities it holds...
Only this year I won't be buying new school clothes in anticipation and commemoration; rather, I will be growing into my old maternity clothes -- since, yep, indeeedy, I am nearly 12 weeks prego.
And so it begins, a new year cycle, and the developing of another life....
Life is pregnant with possibilities!