The Christmas decorations have come down and winter cold has set in. It’s the last semester of my existence, in a very literal and non-metaphorical sense. Come May 18, never more will I measure segments of my time in “semesters”. It will be the first time in 55 years!
The first semester of my life was in Kindergarten when, as we returned from winter break, I was moved from attending a half day during the morning session to the afternoon session. Mind-blowing! Semester changes in high school were significant as new elective classes took the place of the ones in fall. Always fun and interesting! But it was the college semesters, all 14 of them, that were most transformational; with changes in not only classes, but also in daily schedules, content, expectations, fellow students, buildings, and faculty. Now, for the past 36 years of classroom teaching, each semester has identified with their own traits of change; mainly students and class schedule. This being more so, of course, when teaching at the high school level.
Within every semester, seasons came and seasons went. The seasons, significant as they were, always took second place in measure of impact to my my daily routines. No matter the temperature and form of precipitation, semester expectations ruled each and every day.
So, as I jump into this last school semester, I will enjoy each and every school day and know that, come June, changes in my daily routine will come; not in one scheduled day, but throughout the changes of season. It will be the dip into cold, the returning wren’s song, and the length of daily sunlight that will serve as my “semesters”. They alone will dictate new and exciting expectations of gardening, travelling, and outdoor activity. Some daily routines will remain, but on my schedule and priority.