The final week of school starts today for my kids. Three days in the classroom, one day off, and a meaningless hour on Friday and then it’s on to summertime. Oh, to be a kid once again.
My kids begin the school year the day after Labor Day each year. That means they don’t go back in late August, when all of the suburban schools and most of the private schools are just getting back to business. Some schools have gone to year-round classes, but I can’t imagine my city’s schools ever joining that fray.
That last week in August–when it feels like every other school is back in session–is great. The best week of the year, as far as I’m concerned. Campgrounds, waterparks, and most other travel destinations are still open and staffed, awaiting the final surge of Labor Day business. Yet we can have the place, wherever it is that we go, all to ourselves. It’s about as good as it gets.
But like all things in life, there’s a cost that comes with it. And this week in school is that cost. Most other places are already out of school, and those kids and their families are adjusting to the new summer reality. My family, however, is going back to the grind for one more week. It’s not enjoyable, but the payoff in August will surely be worth it.