F. Scott Fitzgerald said “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall” and I couldn’t agree with him more. I have always loved September. The excitement of going back to school, new school clothes, notebooks, pens and pencils and especially my shiny new planner. My planners have completely evolved over the years from academic planners in high school and college only needed to record due dates for major assignments to my teacher planner that basically contains notes from my career in the form of handouts, sketchnotes, to do lists, records, etc. I look forward to the day my cell phone planner tracker says that my package will arrive. And I’m even more excited when I see my amazing mail carrier deliver the pretty Erin Condren box, you can’t miss it. There is nothing better than opening it to find inspiring messages and stickers before you get to your shiny new personalized planner. Yes, I am aware that I carry a dork torch and I’m proud. There are others of my tribe, my colleagues, that know exactly what I’m talking about. I received my planner at the beginning of July so I could begin making it my own for the 2017-2018 school year. And here I am on the first day of school already making plans and lists and taking notes.
Except for one thing, I can’t go to school! So here I sit in my first day of school clothes getting ready to go in for bloodwork instead of collaborating with my team. This is actually my second missed first day, I missed school two years ago when I was prepping for my auto transplant that never happened. This time I missed my first day because of the allo transplant that did. Not only will I miss the first day, but I’ll miss the whole first semester and it is terrifying. I keep thinking about my awesome substitute and what she may need, what my students will think, if my classroom will survive the chaos of learning. I know in my heart that all will be fine, but I like being there. What I really should say is this. Hi I’m a control freak! Something you think I would have let go of considering I’m rarely in control of my life thanks to Hodge. But alas, old habits die hard.
Not being there is a learning curve for me. I’m still working just from home. I’m developing an online class for my AP students and helping with the planning for my other classes. I’m working on curriculum development and partaking in personal professional development. So at least if I can’t be there I’m still part of the process. Thus, I did some school clothes shopping and I get ready for my day as if I were going to work. The awkward videos I’m making of myself doing mini lectures and explaining assignments makes it a necessity. In many ways I’m excited for this new experience and the new start that comes with the fall and +134 days after my bone marrow transplant.