The last day of school was always sometime in June — June 16, maybe, or June 21 if there had been a lot of snow days — and that was it. It’s finally warm outside, there are finally leaves on the trees, and you’re finally free. A perfect transition from one grade to the next, with a nearly three-month buffer between the two.
The feeling of absolute freedom has stayed with me. No obligations, no dangling threads. As an educator, I follow the rhythms of the school year, but I no longer get to experience a clean break in which all of my projects end at the same time. Three-month vacations are a thing of the past as well, sorry to say.
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