No drumroll, no fanfare--just me lugging a dozen boxes from my classroom to the basement. The thought crosses my mind that my year should certainly include cleaning out and organizing their contents.
Mental note: Add that to the list.
There's some pressure--partly self imposed--about choosing not to return as a full time teacher next year. "What are you going to do?" is the standard question when people hear the news. At first, that question stumped me. I made lists of ideas such as these:
- train my dog
- improve my posture
- take guitar lessons
- become an affectionate, sexy wife who never nags
- cook amazing well balanced meals for my family
- pursue my doctorate
Just because I won't have a salary, it won't change who I am and what my goals are. "The Year of Allison" won't make me perfect. So, what will I be doing? Living my life, I hope, with a grin, some grit and a bit of grace.