It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it,
And I feel fine.
Life of a Teacher at the End of the Year: True Story
- After hours of calculating term #4 data (and still not finishing it), I fall asleep at my desk with the pencil in my hand.
- I drag myself to bed at midnight (early) and sleep straight through until 5:30.
- I look at the beautiful sunrise and think, "I should go kayaking early..."
- I fall asleep again.
- At 6:30 I am awakened by the same thought, "I should go kayaking before work and before the state park gets too crowded."
- I promptly succumb to sleep yet again.
- At 7:25 the alarm goes off.
- I roll over and say out loud to no one in particular (okay, to me, I say it to myself), "Get out of bed, Bitch, you're missing the day!"
- This is Hit the Wall time, kids, and it ain't pretty.
Fast-forward a couple of days:
- Google Meet finally gets an update where I can see all of the students at the same time.
- I try to do a Google Meet with each class on the last day.
- Two classes in, it is obvious that this isn't working -- everything keeps freezing and I keep getting kicked out of my own classes.
- Crash and Burn
- At noon, I cancel my last two classes, announce that it is a true half-day, and tell everyone via email to have a fabulous summer.
- At 2:00, the official end to my last day, I get into my car, drive directly to the liquor store, and buy myself summer ale and bubbly.
- By early evening, I have cracked open a beer and a book. Summer is here.
