I've gone into the school for the past couple of days, getting stuff together for next Tuesday.
(Alright — I confess, the thing I've spent the most time on, in the past two days, is the wiring-up of my classroom for these bitchin' speakers we had sitting around in a back room, just collecting dust. These bastards are heavy, and when I tested them out today... hooo-boy, when I show those kids National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation as I do every year on the last day before the Christmas holidays, Clark W. Griswold's mad rant is gonna come through crystal-clear. "Hall-lay-lou-yah... holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?!")
When I walked down the hall towards my department's office yesterday morning, it felt like I'd been gone for about a long-weekend, even though I haven't set foot in that place in almost nine weeks. I get that feeling just about every year, actually... it always seems like I've never left.
A couple of people have asked me if I'm excited for the new school year starting up, and I honestly don't know how to answer them. I'm really not the type to get "excited" about too much stuff — as some will attest, I'm even-keeled, almost to a fault — but the thing I do look forward to, every year, is the chance to do my job well.
I get a lot of satisfaction out of teaching if I do it right, and with the classes I have lined up this year (one Grade 12 Physics and two Grade 10 Academic Science in the first semester; something similar for the second), I think there's a good chance that'll happen. I have some ideas about stuff I can do differently with the kiddies; I'm always a little nervous to try out a new activity, but if it works well, it's another little trick you can add to your bag of 'em.
And so it begins again: the annual rhythm of pennant races, the CNE, and loss-leader-priced lined paper at Canadian Tire. It's time to go back to school, so sharpen up those pencils.
(Unless you have the clicky kind.)