The end of summer is near. How demoralizing. Speaking from a teacher’s perspective, this is fabulously crucial to a mind fixated on three special months. Immortalizing summer is quite appropriate for the following posts. In fact, for those of you who follow this post, I implore you to provide feedback on why summertime is so special. Sadly, living in Seattle, we haven’t experienced a summer….not like the ones I remember.
Summer School was the primary reason I kept up my grades. Summer School wasn’t summer cool. Not being a terrific fan of studies, I continued turning in my papers on time while crossing my eyes and dotting my tees. That’s the only way I could avoid the despicable thought of spending June, July, and August in a classroom. It made perfect sense to me. As dad stated, “If you don’t get the grades, you don’t get the baseball”. That was my motivation for finally learning how to cross my t’s and dot my i’s.
Not being solid enough to make the baseball gig work, I focused on less respectful occupations. Ultimately, I became a teacher……..Why?:June, July and August. (those who know me recognize the fact or fiction within this statement)
Camping, fishing, cross country trips, finally being forced to work through some agonizing summer heat….well, my summer memories are embedded in my mind, good, bad, or great, like the Royal Flush you can’t forget.
The following blogs will represent the summers my friends, enemies, neighbors, co-workers, may or may not have forgotten.