Well another year is over and this blog is approaching its 3rd season here from Hongkers.Like mentioned before, the school year was in danger to end before time because of the dreaded H1N1 virus. Now it is a fact that the year has ended before time, as also the secondary school got closed yesterday, so we're now supposed to go to work for one week without any students.
Anyway, this wasn't what I wanted to focus on this time, I wanted to reflect about the summer break.
Many, many years ago when I got a summer holiday myself from primary school, I remember riding at home on my bike, thinking about the coming 7 weeks of freedom and endless possibilities without the demanding teachers and useless lessons in math, danish or whatever it was that we were taught. When we reached home me, my brother and sister always shuffled through the cassette tape collection to find one particular song, smash it into the mono cassette recorder and turn it up on full volume and scream along just to demonstrate how much we loved this situation.
Here is the song in the original version from 1972:
Yesterday when I got the news that our school was out, I must amid I thought of this song once again, found it and played it loudly and kind of found that same feeling like back then. No, not that Idon't like my job, the students, colleagues and the school or anything, but it's just a nice feeling anyway to know that the next weeks belongs to yourself completely.
I'm sure our secondary students took the message of the closure with great pleasure as well, as they have been there a week longer than the primary school, which closed last week.
But back to this song again; back then in the 70ties, we were pleased not to see our teachers and the books for 7 long weeks, but now where I'm kind of on the other side, I can understand the students being happy to be without us, but I mean, we are nice people and nice teachers, so they must miss us as well, don't you think?
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