How much of life happens in between other things?
I left my phone at home this morning. When I got to school, set up a marvelous obstacle course just in time and rushed to meet my class, my colleague reminded me that I don’t teach this group today. Fair enough.
Suddenly I have an unanticipated pocket of time. I chose to come home to pick up my phone. And write this slice. In between
home and school.
As a school we’re in a transition week. We’re in between
2nd trimester report cards and parent conferences,
Basketball and Track seasons,
Winter and spring.
I often have a hard time remembering everything I worked on with students in a week. I teach all levels from PK to 5th grade and my schedule on any given day includes preparing for at least 3 different levels. Normally I would have 5th graders this morning, then switch to Kindergarten before addressing 4th graders in the afternoon. In between
I adjust my plan, my thinking, my demeanor, to adapt.
It’s Friday before a jam packed weekend which will feature a lot of driving time. I’m steeling myself already for a longer drive today into Alpine foothills after dark. There are some set times where we need to be at a particular place. We have to be organized and prepared for snow, cold, rain and lots of standing in the elements. I suspect I’ll be craving down time, warmth time, alone time, and that these are most like to arrive in slivers rather than chunks
It’s where a lot of my life is happening: in between.