2 weeks.

It has been 2 weeks since the school started and it has been rollercoaster like to put it simple.

I can see the new personalities I will have to deal with, the hidden gems I'll have to polish and the challenges we will have to work on.

Now that I've met them I can set extra goals and rearrange that ones I had already set, I can see the plans working themselves out, the activities that I will need to do and how to start.

Beginning

I'm getting together my first plan of the year.

Planning and making lists, getting the new goals together.

I love the beginning of the school year; it's so full of possibilities, so many things to achieve, it’s very exciting, the ideas float on my head, the activities begin to form and I can see them happening, it’s a change to improve from what was learned the year before, to organize in better ways, to plan ahead.

Needless to say I’m more than excited to begin.

Going Back

It's almost time to go back, I miss teaching, I miss my children.

I'm excited, nervous, freaked out, happy, ready to go back, I'm still waiting to hear about which age I will teach, who I will work with and even which classroom I'll be in, this is stressful for me, it prevents me from preparing, I like to start early, it helps me develop a more accurate plan of my goals.

So while I wait I'll enjoy the wonder of where will I be and consider the different scenarios.

Blues

It has taken me quite a while to compose this post. I hate saying goodbye and I hate dealing with the end of the year, but alas here we are.

That dreadful yet wanted end of the year, it brought tears, sadness, joy, laughter, it wasn't easy.

End of the year brings a lot of changes.

For the children is the fact that you will no longer be their teacher and the adjustment that this will bring, they feel confused at times, it makes them sad and upset, sometimes angry at us, at the change, it's a perfect opportunity to do one last lesson and work on adjusting to change and the benefits of it.


For us though we understand, it's still hard, no anger, just sadness about letting them go and expectation about the next year, the new children, we forget how much we repeat this pattern, but we think will they make laugh as much as this and that, will they have clever little comments like my little F. So the end of the year blues attack us and we go back to the wonderful memories we shared, we get a little down, shed a tear or two and move on.

I will miss my little apples that is for sure, but I am excited for my new challenge.