Run home, run home

My students are completing their Predictive Assessments today, so that leaves me plenty of time to input grades and plan my next few weeks. Obviously, I am sooo motivated to do that. Oh wait.

When I was in college I love Spring Semester because it flew by. We'd start back to school and then Spring Break came at the end of February, Easter Break, and then school was out. However, as a teacher Spring Semester is something I dreeead. My students seem to have plotted out, "Hey, let's all start implementing our raging hormones to be completely obnoxious and defiant for the next few months." It's starting to become warm so it's usually either really rainy or it's very beautiful, and no one wants to be going over connotation and denotatoin of words when they could be running around outside. I know I don't! This however, brings me to the highlight of all things Spring. Opening Day. Baseball season is the savior of Spring Semester. (Yes, I am capitalizing my proper and common nouns incorrectly in this post. Sorry.) However, baseball season then brings up my feelings of wanting to go home. I know "home is where the heart is", but what do you do when little pieces of your heart are all over? When people take pieces of my heart it's hard for me to disconnect from that and let them hold onto it without me invested too, which brings me to the problem of where home is.

Quickly off subject...this makes me think of Angels in the Outfield (one of my all-time faaaavorite movies)

Knox: Run home Marvin.
(Marvin literally runs home)
Knox: Hey Marvin. Where's he going?
Kid: You told him to run home!

Anyway....

On the radio last night, coming home from the grocery store in the pitch-black rainy weather, was that cliche' song "Home" where it says "I wanna go home, I miss you, you know." Well, I do want to go home. I want to go home to my parent's house and wake up to the sounds of my dad's dress shoes walking around on the tile floor WAY too early in the morning, or go home to my college dorm room in Printy with Kate blaring "Apple Bottom Jeans" and spraying the orange bottle of hairspray when I walk in, home to the dorm with Casey making fun of my poster homework while she worked on Diff Eq engineering homework, or home to running into my sister in the college cafeteria and deciding to grab dinner together and leave our original friend groups eating without us. Home is yelling, "Anna fix this!" in the bottom of the library and calling your best friend just to tell her you've had a terrible hair day. Even Jules' apartment before student teaching making coffee with brown sugar because we didn't have white sugar would be home today, and so would working on lesson plans with Brett and Tim Horton's because I refused to work without coffee and a cookie. I'd love to have home be sitting in the bleachers in Fairfield watching my brother's high school games and have him glare at me as I tell yell out "Way to drop and block, Josh!" or even home to all the nights at Kristen's or Whitney's, then home to go annoy the guy's at Matt R.'s house. But, home is also coffee with my friends at school in the mornings, immediately cursing the 8 am bell. Home is inside jokes, smiles, wishes, and laughs. Or, explaining for the hundreth time what an appositive phrase is. Home is going to the grocery store and having the cashier and bagger ask you about your students and structuring your evening plans around the "rush" before the high school game starts. Home is the honest answer that, "Yeah, that wasn't the best thing you've ever made" but also the reassurance of "Hey, thanks for making dinner." Home is where you try new things and make new friends, and are content in the moment.

So, lately, my heart has been yearning for home. I wanna go home....but I'm not sure where that is.