While other teachers count down the days until summer, I childishly declare my love for May. In fact, May might just be my favorite month of the teaching year! I think it goes back to that correlation between anticipation and happiness– May is like the Friday of teaching.
Oh, May.
You bring two weeks of testing,
With four minimum days.
Oh, how I love thee,
Let me count the ways.
First there is time,
Each day out by four,
No more long evenings,
Watching the door.
Second there is sunshine,
Evenings stretch before dark,
Time to do yoga,
And take the dog to the park.
Last there is teaching,
With the tests over and done,
More time for history,
For art, and for fun.
oliviaobryon 