It's not just the end of summer I'm mourning
Tomorrow, I go back to work. I love my job as a reading interventionist. It's my calling in life and seeing my students learn to read when they struggled before is one of the most rewarding things in my life. But this year is different, so different. I normally feel a bit of remorse at the end of summer, I don't like getting up early. I don't like having to plan out my lunches or making sure I have all my things I need for work. But, I usually get over it, because the joy of seeing those students that I have missed so dearly over the summer always outweighs the regret of summer's end. But not this year. I'm crying as I type this. This year, I will be going back to work, yes, but my students won't be there to hug me and tell me all the awesome things they did over the summer. This year, we will be starting school online only. We don't really know for how long. The governor has set a tentative date for September 7th. But things change so quick