I have a school year calendar on the bulletin board in my apartment. Literally, as soon as I get home every day, I get satisfaction from drawing a big, black line through that day. Ha! Over! I won. If I didn’t write the date on the white board of my classroom or cross out the day on the calendar every afternoon, I think I would have completely lost track of the month. The days blend together because of the craziness that is being a corps member. That, combined with my first snow-free winter…I’m all out of synch.
So when I look up and see six months of crossed-out days and three-ish months of untouched days, I think, March? Seriously? Finally?
Back in September…okay, October…okay, November…I wasn’t even registering that March was a month that, in fact, would come. I was surviving on a day to day basis, and I had no idea how I could make it through that week, let alone to some distant, mythic month of March. Would I be alive in March? Since I couldn’t answer that question non-sarcastically or non-morbidly, I put the concept of Spring out of my mind.
So I guess March is a testament to survival. Congratulations, corps members of 2011. We are over halfway done with our first year of teaching. It’s a nearly impossible job, so that is a milestone worth celebrating.