I'm somewhat neurotic when it comes to counting down the days to winter break. I begin talking about it late September and by Thanksgiving I am marking it off on the calendar in my classroom. I talk about it, aim for it, more than any of my students. It's not that students aren't excited about having 15 days away from school, but they look at me like I'm a little bit crazy when I walk into the classroom and say, "Twenty-one school days to go." I don't count weekends. This year was particularly strange because October didn't exist and one day it was November 1st and then it was the 30th. I told them the time would fly. And it has.
The ringing in my ears is beginning to die down. The ever present din of teenage voices: Booming bass from the mouths of big boys, boys too big for our little school. High-pitched whines from the pretty little girls trying to talk over the boys. Somehow, their voices cut through. Determined to be heard. That's the key. I'm resting my ears with the sounds of Joni Mitchell and the soundtrack from "Once." Slowly, my equilibrium is righting itself.
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