It's the first official day of summer break. In fact, it's my first full day of a full summer break since I became a teacher. Although I did not start teaching at my year-round-think tank school, I transferred there for my second year of teaching.
I've mentioned this before, but it continues to be true: I am terrified.
What am I going to do with myself until September now that we are no longer year-round?
I'm use to a few lazy weeks in the very beginning of summer, some semi-productive weeks, and then, finally, begging my principal to let me into the school early because I have to do something before I go insane. The begging, boredom, and need to be working usually begins in mid-July. This summer, mid-July will be mid-way through the summer.
I'm worried I'll run off and join the circus.
So far I've spent hours re-reading a "not-quite-trash but close-to-it" book and telling myself that after "just one more chapter" I'll get up and do laundry, research funding for grad school, write a meaningful blog post (this doesn't count), shower, bake cookies, unload the dish washer, etc, etc. Um... , so yea, I've managed to shower.