Somewhere around a pool in New Mexico it happened. The excitement of the upcoming school year crept up on me. I was lounging poolside, reading for fun, minding my own business when I realized that I hadn't actually read a word on the page I was currently staring at. My mind had wandered into planning my first week's lessons, thinking about the kids I know I'll have and how to start the year on the right foot with them, and what books I knew I wanted to read day one.
I was worried that the excitement wouldn't come this year. I normally feel it around mid to late July, but this year, chasing after a toddler, I haven't had much time to think about school. Somehow, sitting around a pool doing nothing (the toddler happily across the country with her grandmother), it happened. I got excited.
Don't get me wrong. I have big plans to enjoy my last two weeks of summer. But among those plans will also be the excitement of the new school year, opening the classroom, introducing the routines, singing silly songs, and reading great books. I can't wait.