Spring Break was helpful.
I had been running behind on all things life to the point that the mere uttering of phrases like, “did you remember to,” or “if you have time could you,” or, God forbid, “I neeeeeed you to….” could cause an instantaneous panic attack.
But I digress.
Over Spring Break I graded EVERYTHING. And inputted the grades.
I prepped the three classes I teach for 4th quarter. First two weeks in detail, mapped out the rest.
I caught up on the paper trail of accountability and data analysis that lets the school/state/ whatevers know what I am doing in my classroom. In triplicate.
In your face.
I also carved out an inch of space for me time. A hike. An afternoon with a friend. A book and some gratuitous television watching.
I wish it had been two weeks, but I was ready.
So, last week Monday, I set my alarm at 3 AM, did my morning rituals (not blogging anymore, but nice stuff nonetheless), and got ready for work.
A little bit of make-up.
Bus money in my pocket?
Lunch and water in the backpack?
Check and double check.
I was READY.
At 5:45 AM I walked down to the bus stop, climbed on in, deposited my $2.50, took my transfer from the driver and proceeded to talk story with him a bit as I am the first stop of his route.
He seemed a bit different, but I figured he was picking up on my “Don’t I have my Shit together” vibe.
As the bus moved its way through the dark and then the dawn, I noticed that most people boarding had an extra smile for me. Odd.
Yet, maybe it was a sign that when one is ready to take on the world, the world notices one.
I smiled back.
Before I knew it, I was at my transfer point.
Two kids from the school where I work were also there, as usual. Sweet, yet mischievous boys. I always enjoyed waiting for the next bus with them. The ride up together. The small talk with the young ones.
As I walked over they both stared at me.
Ah, Spring Break had done me well. No more panic attacks or frenzied last minute lesson plans. This was the beginning of the me I used to be before I switched schools.
“Ah…. Ms Psuedo????”
One of the boys was pointing at his forehead, but looking at me with furrowed brows.
“You have a curler in your hair…”
There’s always Summer.