I'm also a little sad, though. Teaching is about more than just making connections to the material; under the best of circumstances, it also means making connections to the students, and I will miss this semester's bunch. As an elementary school counselor, I had most of my students -- for better or for worse -- for four years. Now, I keep the young adults who populate my classes for only a semester, and though our paths may cross again on campus, I'm unlikely to see most of them once they've completed my class.
Three semesters in, I've found my own footing as well. Satisfied that I've got the bulk of the content delivery piece in place, I can relax into the role, secure in the feeling that I have more to offer my students than elucidation of the material in their textbooks. It's a good feeling.
And so, while I'm looking forward to settling into my writer role for a month, I know that won't be the only role I play during that time. Beyond the break, new students beckon (along with a new textbook for one of my classes) and so I'll need to set aside time to prepare. Though I struggle to find writing time when the semester is in full swing, I've also learned that one role feeds the other, though each needs its own special time in order to thrive.
As it turns out, I need both in order to thrive as as well.