Last night I said farewell to the class of 2015. Our group of graduates challenged us teachers, for sure, but it was with pure joy for them that I celebrated their success and achievement. So today, my last official school day of the year, brings thoughts of the former year? My outgoing students? Actually, I my mind began generating sparks for the next year. What will my next year look like? What will I try next year?
It seems a bit strange that the ink is barely dry on the diplomas for this graduating class and I'm already thinking about next year. What I can do better. What can I do more efficiently? How can I engage the unengaged?
One thing I'd like to try is to have a lunchtime book club. A colleague told me how he conducted this during lunch hour at his old school so I "stole" the idea. I can't wait to see how it goes next year.
A goal I have before the beginning of next year is to read--a lot. I am picking the brains of my fellow English teachers, amassing a list of "must" read books. I've completed a couple and glad I did. Great books to offer students next year.
I know I'm no different from most teachers. Few of us look at the end of school as the end. For most of us it's the end of the beginning. The end of one year and the beginning of planning and looking to the next. I can almost smell those fresh school supplies already. Can you?