Done, done, done

I hit the wall just as the last day of school arrived. Crawling into bed seemed like the best thing to do. Unfortunately, I still had to finish writing all of my exams and get through lots of grading. The exams had been "cooking" in my mind for quite some time, so I wasn't starting from scratch but it sure felt like it. I worked all of Friday and that night and went into school both Saturday and Sunday to finish them. Everything was copied, stapled and locked away until exam time, the next day. The literary journal ended up being a more involved project than hoped for, as usual, so some of my time at school was spent putting them together, a tedious job.

I love the school when it's empty of its usual inhabitants. It's true. So, the weekend was busy, but nice, calm. My friend Paula showed up on Sunday to help with the journals, which was super nice. Monday came and went and I spent the next 5 days grading, calculating grades and writing report cards. Yesterday, I went into school and filed all of the report cards and hopefully, that's the end of that. The end. Done.

It was a particularly difficult school year. Not just for me, for everyone. The struggles of the world, the country, are mirrored in the lives of students and teachers; parents and others involved in the life of a student. It's not easy being a student. Still, I hated them most of the year. I hated their unwillingness to leave behind their self-centered ways, their needy behavior, their problems and psychoses. I hated them for not thinking I am brilliant and not hanging on my every word. I hated them for not loving to write papers as I do. I hated them and hated them...and then they went and voted me Teacher of the Year.

What do I know?