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| Two Writing Teachers |
It's August.
August is a scrambled month.
The last swirls of summer tug at me, begging me to swim, play, and laze about.
The first hint of school rolls in, urging me to plan and schedule and prepare.
I'm busy reading and writing; there is little time to finish up the last bits of professional development I wanted to do, but I begin to feel greedy with my time -- I want to hold fast to these precious moments.
Today I spent time at the pool with my nieces and nephews and my own two littles. They splashed and played while I watched, journal in hand, working on my current work in progress. Their giggles and screeches were warm and rich. You'd think a morning at the pool with six children that can't swim on their own might be stressful. But it wasn't. It was one of the last breaths of summer, and it was divine.
This afternoon I met with a student I'm tutoring. We worked on math facts and problem solving. It was quiet, just the two of us with heads bent over the table, talking and working together. Her hair was wet; she had come straight from her new pool. My skin still smelled of sunblock. We sat suspended between two worlds, both unsure which we preferred.
August is a scrambled month.
A good month.
A oh-this-is-living kind of month.
And I'm glad it's here.
I loved the way you described the day, the perfect day in August before we move back to so much work. I liked "greedy with my time", "their giggles and screeches were warm and rich" and the poem, just those few words of joy. That first line is just great!
ReplyDeleteYou described August perfectly. Being stuck between two worlds. My favorite part was you tutoring...both smelling of summer but with school in mind. Enjoy the rest of your summer.
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