Another summer ticks away.
When I taught high school, this was a pivotal weekend. If it was nice, I made sure to visit the beach and take a bicycle ride on the East Bay bike path.
A couple of times Bill, Emily and I drove down to Barrington Beach on Labor Day evening to watch the fisherman catching bluefish off the beach. If we were lucky, we could see the blues jump out of the water as they chased schools of tiny fish racing ahead of them. It was quite a ravenous food chain as the sun went down.
Five years ago, I left teaching after being in the classroom for 12 years. Now, summer drifts into fall, freezes into winter, continues to freeze into spring and finally drips into summer again. The years fly by without any markers, like watching freshmen morph into seniors over and over or prom or the dreaded Spirit Week.
I remember that this is a path I chose. And I like it. Now I go to Horseneck Beach in Massachusetts in September or May — and enjoy the beach when it isn’t piled high with humans.
Happy Labor Day weekend! To all the teachers out there — enjoy your school year and the amazing kids you’ll meet this year!