So, I've decided that I'm not ready to go back to school. I keep singing "no more pencils, no more books..." in hopes that it will become a reality. My days are numbered, though. Fortunately one of the nice things about August and back-to-school is that they sell office supplies and I can usually justify buying something fun (or 20 glue sticks). As long as I've known myself, I've had this strange affinity for office supplies. I have favorite writing sticks that my students aren't allowed to touch (I have stopped class to have everyone look for one particular pen). There are more notepads in my house than anyone has a right to have. My dad buys me pens for Christmas, and I LOVE them! I have a red Swingline that is amongst my most favorite items. And, I asked for a Xerox machine for Christmas when I was 7. I'm not kidding.
In my attempts to make the most of this situation that I can no longer change, I'm trying to get energized. The stars are not aligning for me, though. I'm excited to see my schooly friends again, but sad because a couple of them won't be there (one getting her MS in Chemistry--I'm so jealous! and another off to a new job in CT). I'm excited to use my brain again, but know that I'll miss my little boy. I'm excited for the clean slate that the new year offers, but know that the same-old same-old stupid drama will infuse things in short time. I'm excited to earn money again, and there's no "but" to that one. So, I'm going to keep my head up and know that I'll feel better once things are swinging and that first paycheck is in the bank.