I, too, find myself chanting, "Almost there. One more mile to go."
And yet... what does freedom really mean?
I think it has a bigger purpose than popsicles and schedule free days. I think it's about being able to choose.
All school year you have had to meet the parameters of someone else's schedule. It wasn't all that bad, there were many things you enjoyed, but the fact remains that you didn't always have choice.
Now you do.
And there's a bigger lesson here.
Once we have freedom,
what do we do with it?
Will you squander away your summer days or cherish them, even the rainy and stormy ones?
Will you hug the people you love even when you're angry with them?
Once you get to choose
who speaks for you in government
will you exercise that right?
This week in your Language Arts classes you've learned about the 1963 Children's March in Birmingham, Alabama.
You've read the text and listened to Martin Luther King Jr's
"I Have a Dream" speech.
So tell me.
Dig deep, for this may be your last notebook entry of this year.
"Free at last, Free at last, Great God a-mighty, We are free at last."
What does freedom mean to you?