This has been such a busybusy time. Getting grades caught up and finished, everything corrected and scored, exams and study guides written all while keeping the kiddos entertained. Their attitudes were horrible this week. Last Monday was particularly rotten--and I wasn't even the only one who noticed it. They expected to be done, to just hang out or play in all their classes and they sure resented the heck out of me for trying to teach new content. Of course, there were a couple of teachers who didn't realize that the activities they had planned for their students wasn't terribly academic... but, I'm not going to tell them.
This Monday is going to be a big fat waste of time. The plan is for a "town meeting" type drug abuse prevention lecture for a couple of hours-thing is, the kids who will actually come won't be the kids who need to hear the message. Unless the speakers are going to focus on how to help friends/family who are using and abusing, the meeting will be a stupid waste of time.
But, the end is near. And my feelings are a bit mixed. This has been my best year of teaching, ever, and I have enjoyed my classes and the students were fun if a bit stupid. What I'm really going to miss is the daily lunch bunch. What a hoot that has been. We have laughed, told many jokes, told stories, shared stress, shared tragedy, illness and many, many good times. Many meals were shared and much love was in the room. It was the highlight of the day for most of us, which says a lot because it was such an awesome year for me.
One reason my feelings are so mixed is trepidation for next year. What if history repeats and I have another horrible year, or the administration goes off the deep end, or there are more threats or violence... I suppose it is possible that would happen anywhere, anytime. Being concerned about it before it happens is a waste of energy. I know it, but I have a hard time not doing it.
What if this is as good as it gets?
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