Never Enough Time

The last of the Christmas decorations are put away. All of my students came back to me a little taller, a little older and all very happy to be back. I always feel like May is breathing down my neck in January. The school year begins to fly. It happens every year. I guess you begin to see the fruit of your labor in January. I look at data and see how far we have come in half a year. I am proud of our work. Then I look at where we need to be by May and I feel like I am the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Always rushing. Always late. Never enough time.

I have confidence now, with six years under my belt, that we will get there. I understand that somehow (call it the magic of the classroom) children get faster as time grows short and we can cover more content. I will crow soon about how much they've learned and how proud I am to send them to third grade but I start to miss them already. I may cover all the content they need to be ready for third grade but I never seem to have enough time with them. May always comes and they always take flight, my little birds.