It’s a funny thing about summer weather. When I am in my un-air conditioned classroom, I find myself wishing away those warm, golden days. I obviously have to wear clothing appropriate for teaching and it gets really, really warm and uncomfortable in the classroom. The kids’ inability to concentrate is exacerbated by the heat and it makes for some difficult times. A couple of days this past week, I found myself yearning for autumn breezes to spread their cooling cheer. I really should be ashamed of myself. First, I try never to wish my life away and, second, I love warm sunny days.
I spent part of today – Sunday – out on the boat. The day was delightful, sunny and in the mid-80s. The water was mostly calm and it brought out a plethora of other boaters. I am not sure if they, like us, believe in the adage “make hay while the sun shines,” but it surely seemed to be the case. As I sat on the boat and enjoyed the warm temps and soothing sunshine, I reflected on how this same weather is distressing to me when I am in school. This coming week, one of my classes is going to discuss perspective and I realized how perspective changes my thoughts on summer weather. Alas, the view from room 305 and the view from the boat are very different. While I love when the leaves on the tree outside my window (Mr. Connolly’s tree for those who know me) turn to fire, the soothing sight of the Raritan Bay conjures up a different shade of peace.
As I age and come nearer retirement, I begin to hope for summer days which are dictated solely by the temperatures. I look forward to those days when I will go the beach or out on the boat because weather and inclination provide a relentless siren song which cannot be denied. Tomorrow is, however, a working Monday. While the summer sun may call to me, I will be unable to pay it any mind.