Moments of pure joy as summer vacation is here

By SUSAN DROMEY HEETER, Joyful Reflections

There are moments of joy so pure they should be wrapped, tanned, tweeted, placed in a time capsule. And thankfully, every year for decades, I’ve had this moment of such pure joy, I stop and not only happily reflect, I exhale, I feel like I’m eight, I literally jump from happiness so glorious that I cry. And that, dear Joyful Musers, is the first day of summer vacation.

I’ve been teaching for a very long time, celebrating years of scholarship so wonderful – or so horrible – it’s always amazing to come to the end. But, let me be clear, this is a misnomer, a complete misunderstanding, educators are “paid” during the summer. They usually have their paychecks split equally over a twelve month period.

We don’t have the “off” summer, instead we can choose to work, we can choose to take classes, engage in professional development, teach summer school. We can choose to just unpack. And after a few years of face-to-face/remote/hidden/hidden/hi, I have Covid can you send me work to do at home/I have Covid my classes are on Google Classroom, that’s a lot. We might just want to spend some time listening to New Hampshire Education Commissioner Frank Edelblut belittle and destroy public schools. He is to education what Trump is to the Electoral College.

I’ll sip another tea and happily reflect on the summer ahead, the possibilities to recharge, swim, walk and work during my 1000 hours outdoors. I’m going to be traveling and spending a month in Ipswich – just an hour from Dover but a place I suspect I’ll be feasting on clams, swimming and surfing and celebrating carefree days of a gunman coming to murder my students with his AK47, a weapon he can get easier than I can get Sudafed.

It’s been a few years, dear musers, and if you are an educator or live with one, think joyfully of those who continue to believe in the power to learn, to educate, to get young minds to question, to believe , learn, prepare. Enjoy your summer, I happily think you will.

Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go natural white. Writing has been his passion since his years majoring in English at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. Dromey Heeter has lived in the Netherlands, Alaska, and currently basks in all things New England, including freezing winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is bringing back body surfing because most kids have no idea how to ride the waves without ridiculous boogie boards.

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