So it’s the 27th. That time of the school year when teachers are stopping by, writing curriculum, checking in, meeting… and I’m running like a chicken with my head cut-off.

There’s always that dual feeling for me of excitement to see the kids, trepidation that there are 400 things to do before they get here, and an overwhelming desire for them to be here already because being in school without them always feels a bit weird, no matter how many summer days I spend here.