It’s hard to believe, but we are quickly approaching the end of the school year. Spring fever has officially set in. You know what I’m talking about. It’s when you can feel summer coming, and you can start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s when you loose all motivation to do anything. What you may not have known, however, is that teachers suffer from spring fever too. I never realized that when I was a student.

When I was in school, the end of the year was always one of my favorite times. It was always full of excitement and anticipation. Now that I’m a teacher it’s a little different. There is definitely still a lot of anticipation, but it is overruled by stress and fear. The stress is brought on by deadlines, the fear by the thought that you haven’t done enough.

This year has been amazing. It was everything I thought it would be and more. I have learned more in 9 months that I did sitting through 4 years of classes. I could honestly not have been more blessed. As a first year teacher, I had it SO easy. My students are fantastic, I have extremely minimal behavior issues, I have the best assistant, and I am at a fantastic school. That being said, the thought of next year scares the you know what out of me. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

First I have to figure out how I’m going to say goodbye to 13 children who have changed my life.