I just finished my first year teaching at an excellent, wonderful school in San Diego. Being a new teacher, there were hiccups in bringing be back for the upcoming school year. I understand that seniority exists, and that there are reasons I wasn't able to return. These things happen.
I found a new job really quickly. I earned my credential to teacher Foundational Mathematics, too. It was a great summer. Except all of this happened before the first week of July ended. I had finished all of my goals for the summer in two weeks.
That was a mistake.
I enrolled in some classes to pass the time and to earn credits so that I can further myself. I've read 5 books. I attended a few events that I was really looking forward to. I watched my beloved Cubs frequently. I stayed active, enjoyed time with others and had a blast.
Two more weeks have gone by.
The biggest and most difficult thing about being a new teacher is transitioning. You spend ten months going and doing and creating and planning and comforting and building relationships and being there for miniature humans. Then, out of the blue, it's over.
There are two months of no schedules, no work, nothing. Summer is important as a teacher, of course. We need a break, there is no doubt about that. But it really takes some time to adjust to not working. My days are packed, no doubt, but I'm not working that hard. I am adjusting to this new life, slowly. By the time I've adjusted to this, I'll be ready to start school again, and I'll need to adjust back.