The count down of the final days of school has begun - at least by my students. Meanwhile, I am bogged down by the final papers that need to be graded, the final unit that needs to be completed, and reaching my students in the 9th hour so that they don't fail. Trying to explain to them that we only have about 7 block classes left, and not much time, all they can think about is summer. I don't blame them.
When I was a little girl, we went to the beach every Wednesday. We loaded up the camper with our hamburgers and a side dish to share. We always made s'mores after sundown, and enjoyed a bonfire for hours. Four to eight families always joined us and we would get there early enough to enjoy the last hours of warm sunshine, salty waves, with time to build sand castles, play volleyball or softball or even bury one another in the sand. There were lots of kids and lots of great times. We kept this tradition in our family even after we sold the "big red camper," and although peoples lives got busy and fewer families attended, we still talk about our great times at Silver Strand on Wednesday nights. If only Nebraska had those sandy beaches.
It's great to think about these summer memories and why I look forward to returning "home" each summer. So while I am in the midst of finishing up the math units, grading papers, and having students retake tests, I often find myself daydreaming about how soon it will be before I am back on the beach again. Because life is really good every day on the beach, not just on Wednesdays.
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