Today is the last day of my "vacation." (Yes, it deserves quotes b/c even though I've been off, I have spent a lot of time planning for fall term, moving into my new office, and re-potting plants. Alright, so the last one's not school related, but it's work nonetheless.) Tomorrow is the faculty start-back (translation = 2 days of meetings) and classes begin on Monday.
Therefore, I spent today shopping for my back-to-school wardrobe. (Before I get too far here, I do have to pause for a moment to say that, yes, part of the reason I became a teacher was because I just luh-ved being a student so much. With the exception of the first 4 years of my life, I have experienced the thrill of going to school every single fall of my life, and I honestly don't know what I'd do with myself if it were August and I weren't preparing for the fall semester. Granted, here in FL, we don't have the glorious autumn that the northern states enjoy -- I miss that most about living in MN -- but I still get the same excited feeling before fall term. It's like Tom Hanks' character in "You've Got Mail" says, "It makes me want to buy a bouquet of sharpened pencils." I could elaborate on why I love autumn the most -- the holidays, the weather, the feeling that each new school year is really the beginning of a whole new year -- but perhaps I'll save my poetic rhapsodizing for another time.)
I feel like it was a pretty successful shopping trip: I came away with 2 new pairs of pants and 4 shirts, plus a new pair of running shorts. I actually got a new sports bra and another shirt as well, but after getting home, I decided I didn't love either much, so I think I'll return them. I could've spent far more money and gotten loads more, but let's face it, I'm not Rockfeller here, and despite what you may hear, community college instructors are not rollin' in the dough.
I am particularly pleased with the 2 pants b/c I am kinda in a weird place in terms of size right now -- in other words, I'm between sizes. In some stores, I'm an 8, in others, I'm a 6, and in others, neither works (plus, with pants' waistlines getting lower and lower, if I sit in some of these, my tat is on full display, and if that is true, then ya know my ass is hanging out -- not school appropriate; I don't care if they are college kids). So, to find two pairs that not only work, but fit in a totally tubular way is, well, tubular.
I would've liked to find some shoes as well, but finding shoes for these munchkin feet is hard and that really deserves a trip in and of itself (I was briefly in DSW, but there was a screaming toddler in there and I just can't handle that, so I exited right away). Shoes will have to wait for another trip.
But, shopping wears me out (had to take an Excedrin Extra Strength when I got home -- I love those, they're a delightful little cocktail of acetaminophen, aspirin, and caffeine), so I think I will rest up a bit before this evening's 8 miler and enjoy the last few fragments of my time off.