Summer is coming! Summer is coming! It is the refrain that skips happily around in my head. As a adult it often feels as if there are events that we use to mark the passage of time...holidays, championships, birthdays, anniversaries, and even deaths. They are often the events that create "before" and "after" times. You know how that is. You say to someone, "Oh, you remember that was the summer before Precious Angel was born." Or "That was the year our team went to the state championship game!"
As a teacher, I often mark time as you know that was before Christmas or after testing. Since Christmas I have had huge snowfalls, flooding and tornadoes so I guess it is very understandable that getting out of school for summer would seem even more important this year because it will bring a close to the year that Mother Nature played havoc with us. So I am embracing the idea that summer vacation is almost here!
What are some events that you use to mark the passage of time in your life?
I am terrible at remembering dates so events do mark time for me. I guess I use college, graduation, marriage, law school, work and moving. After the birth of my son, his life events punctuated my life - school, graduation, college.
ReplyDeleteSince I "retired" I can barely remember what the date is because all days begin to flow into one. I guess I am blessed to get to stay at home but without a work week to make me look forward to the weekend, I sometimes really do forget what day it is. And, since my son graduated I don't mark the summers like I used to.
As for weather, geez, I hope we don't have hurricanes to top off this years weather rampage! Hopefully we will have a peaceful, fun summer for all! Hope you have a wonderful summer Stephanie!!
Except you're teaching summer school. So is summer a week?
ReplyDeleteHey, I tried to reply earlier in the day but I guess blogspot ate it!
ReplyDeleteCheryl-I am glad I am not the only one who measures time in befores and afters. I hope we all have a peaceful, fun summer too!
Jean-I think it is the seductive call of summer that gets me more than the actual time off.