And the School Bell Tolls

It is that time of year; summer comes to an end and school work begins. Before age four I never felt the emotion of these last few days. Then I started school and nearly every year I can still remember the raging butterflies flutter away in my gut, and feeling much too excited to sleep. Then I hit Junior High and felt a new kind of dread. And in High School I started counting the days until the cycle of summer, then school, then summer, then school to finally come to an end.

Much to my surprise the path I have chosen to take is one where this cycle never ends. I am getting ready to start my second year of college. Still my life is on a summer than school cycle. And now growing older and wise, I have also discovered that summer then school is really not that bad. In fact growing up usually means one giant cycle of work. But I am working hard to keep the pattern I have become to accustom to. I am actually going to school for Elementary Education and plan to become a teacher.

I have now gone full circle and am back to where I started in kindergarten, back to loving education. It is hard not to have a love for education in this world we live upon. We are intellectuals, it is truly what separates us from the animals. The world was once much simpler and knowledge almost had no place. It was about strength, speed, and animal instinct. But today's world is full of technology, full of learning.

I love education. I love having the opportunity to read to my son, to write this blog, to teach a child to count. Yes, indeed, it is that time of year again, time for that school bell to toll. And while it means its time for my brain to get back in gear, that time in the sun is cut short, and a little more stress to bare; I cannot help but to feel those butterflies begin to flutter once more.