\nI recall school ending rather suddenly when I was a kid. One June I left it on the last day of classes, then wondered where to go. I lived on a military base; anywhere was safe. I saw crowds of kids heading away from the school, apparently to destinations. That moment, I lacked one. That was grade 3.\n<\/p>\n
\nI didn’t drift for long; within a few days I was riding my bike places I hadn’t time to visit during school season. The carelessness of summer took hold – it just took a while.<\/p>\n
\nA time came this August, as it does annually, when I recalled the same day a month earlier, in July. “Then, summer was young,” I reflected. A month later, many summer possibilities were negated by time’s passage. Oddly, I felt I was playing catch-up, noticing summer’s maturity.\n<\/p>\n
\nIn my experience, regardless of how much open time one has, one inevitably ends up short of it. Perhaps that’s the message the return to school brings – that summer, seemingly immortal in early July, is soon to pass.\n<\/p>\n
\nI hope to continue this reflection tomorrow:)\n<\/p>\nJack of Oracle Tutoring by Jack and Diane,<\/a> Campbell River, BC.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Self-tutoring about returning to school: the tutor reflects…. I recall school ending rather suddenly when I was a kid. One June I left it on the last day of classes, then wondered where to go. I lived on a military …<\/p>\n