Happy New Year
It is amazing how little meaning January 1 has to me these days. My entire life, it has been a big deal. I was excited to stay up late as a school child. It was one of the wildest nights of the year in college. I lamented being on watch at midnight back in the navy.
But it means nothing to me as a teacher. My new year starts just after every Labor Day. My version of "resolutions" is something I ponder all summer, and enact every fall. Nothing special is enacted for me on the first of January. I hadn't really realized that until last night.
If 1 January is a big deal to you, then I really hope it went well for you, and heralds a great new year.
But it means nothing to me as a teacher. My new year starts just after every Labor Day. My version of "resolutions" is something I ponder all summer, and enact every fall. Nothing special is enacted for me on the first of January. I hadn't really realized that until last night.
If 1 January is a big deal to you, then I really hope it went well for you, and heralds a great new year.
posted by Wulf at
8:09 PM
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When you reach this point, where "New Year's" comes in late August or early February, you are a teacher. (Sort of like Jeff Foxworthy's "You might be a redneck if . . ." series." Another sign of being a teacher has to do with bodily needs as a function of a bell schedule.
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