Dearest Diary,
I am compelled by the remarks of other school teachers like myself to declare how elated I am at the promise of such a year. I anticipate great joy amongst my schoolchildren and am eager to share many adventures with them in the coming months. I cannot ignore the aches that I endure presently having not been on my feet quite as much in previous weeks, but I have not felt as healthy and happy in quite some time, as I do at this very moment. With so many fortuitous habits returning to my every day, I cannot seem to keep my feet aground. It shall be quite the journey.
On the other hand, the eldest Miss Lindsay and our mother have arrived safely in the lake regions of the country and have begun to settle in to the cooler climates. I envy such breezes and colours as they pray witness to in that bit of the country. It is with hopeful petition that I gaze heavenward this season of the year. I cannot help but desire the same brisk air for my afternoon walks about the grounds.
Nevertheless, it has become necessary that one ought to weigh anchor very soon, for the day I've encountered has somewhat kept me quite afloat. Perhaps it is time to come down. At least for the sake of tomorrow...
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