Now there is a small bouquet of fresh white roses in a crystal vase and austerity everywhere I look. It is time to go back to school tomorrow.
I will never have another Christmas Break. I will never go back in the beginning of January to finish a year half done. In May, teaching will go back in the box, never to come out again.
My friends will be sorrowful to be back at work tomorrow. There will be some complainers, who never should have been allowed in a classroom with children in the first place. Others will simply miss their leisurely mornings, sitting with coffee until lunch. But, I am not one of them.
“I get inspiration from my everyday life.” ~Hayao Miyazake
I am embracing the time I have left. I am going to cherish each child who walks sleepily into the classroom tomorrow having had just a little too much Christmas. We will be eager to see each other, tell stories of the last twelve days, and open our books.
I am ready to resume the routine, anticipating what each new day will bring.