There is a rhythm of the school year in most USA learning institutions that begins around September and ends in June. Although the beginning dates may change a little here and there, these have been the seasons of my life since I was five.
When I received my bachelors from the University of Kansas, I realized that the teaching job I had wanted from the time I was 10 was not the job I wanted as a 20 year old. I had changed. I no longer wanted to teach small children. But then what?
After graduation, I moved to a different state and tried a variety of occupations for a couple of years. This did not work out. If I was a waitress, I would quickly become the one singled out to train the others. In the print shop, I became the one who trained others on printers, computers, mailing processes, etc. What was the universe trying to tell me? I fell in love with American Sign Language and was, within two years, teaching others.
It all came back to learning and teaching and the cycles of the school years. New Years Eve was never a big deal for me. It seemed to cut my year in half. The real NYE was always the night before the first day of school.
So, I followed my calling and became a trainer, teacher, and then instructor at a Community College. After what seemed like a lifetime in education, I decided to early retire. I was able to….so did. I wondered when the rhythms would tilt and move to match the rest of the country.
What has happened? The gentle tilt has become a spin. I seem to have no sense of the calendar at all. “What is today?” is a question I’ve asked my spouse on more than one occasion.
While I believe that old dogs CAN be taught new tricks, I may always live the rhythms of a school year. That’s okay, I just have to learn to figure out which day of the week it is.
And really, if that’s my biggest problem, I am blessed indeed.