I have had a sneaking suspicion for quite a long time that I might be just a bad night's sleep away from becoming a raving lunatic, and this time of year always seems to give me lots of evidence to support that hunch. Take, for example, the fact that I have been trying to think of an awesome blog topic for several days now, and I still can't come up with anything more than fragments. But, since that's all I've got, and I am wanting to post, it's what you're getting today.
...the post-spring-break blues always bring out the worst in both students and teachers. Teachers go into panic mode, trying to cram as much content into the last nine weeks as humanly possible, and then go into hysterics when confronted with the reality that the students have been replaced by brainless yet behaviorally uncontrollable drones for the remainder of the year...
...and all of the sudden, I have no sense of humor. I feel my instincts regressing to those I have been fighting in my students. I want to roll my eyes, cover my ears, and deliver a well-timed kick to the shin of any student who crosses me at the end of the day...
...meanwhile, the end of the year events are piling up on the calendar. This weekend is Grandparents Weekend. This means that I have to finish my class's homemade auction project (okay, Stephen has to finish my class's homemade auction project), prep my seventeen drones to recite "Casey at the Bat" with flair and finesse, and attend two showings of excerpts from "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Then we're running full steam toward the 4th Grade Play, Live Oak Classic Track Meet, Academic Decathlon, final report cards, a character award ceremony, and convocation...
...meanwhile, I am plagued by personal distractions...
...my cool brown plaid pants are officially too short to wear again...and besides, I think they're too fall-ish to be wearing right now anyway...
...it is only March but I have June bugs swarming around my front porch and shuffling off their mortal coils in my entry hallway. Did you know that June bugs ooze black liquids as they expire?...
...now that Daylight Savings has come, or gone, I'm back to leaving for work in the pitch black. It's dark, and I can't get good reception on my favorite AM radio station, which hasn't mattered too much because my favorite wake up on the morning guy has thoughtlessly taken a vacation for the past week...
...my entire faith in humanity is being shattered by the fact that Sanjaya is still in the American Idol competition. Not a confidence-builder amid all this talk about the 2008 election...
...I am noticing that I only have one disk left until the end of Season 5 of 24. There is no way that this plot is going to resolve to my satisfaction in four hours, and I'm starting to vaguely recall the viewer outrage I heard as this season concluded on TV last spring...
...So, amid all of this trauma, I'm falling back on my never-fail comfort objects:
-Starbucks coffee: even though it will contribute to waistline trauma in the near future.
-vintage DC Talk: it's like musical Red Bull. It makes me want to sing and dance and rap into my Talkboy (oh wait, that wasn't me...)
-wildflowers: so pretty
-my dogs' ears: so funny
-denial: my personal favorite for serious problems that are outside of my control anyway
-social time: especially when it's AT Starbucks!
-a good night's sleep: and I'm heading that way now.
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Starbucks... that must be the coping mechanism I'm missing for the craziness of my life right now. But you're right about the waistline thing, and that's another sobering realization I had while trying on pants today. We need to get to aerobics and quick!
Yay I am so glad you blogged! Can you believe there are only 9 weeks of school left? Isn't that awesome!?!?! I have two weeks of TAKS cramming and then a week of day long test and then a bunch of nothingness that we have to convince the kids to care about! But at least it is raining outside right now and I love rainy weather! And I am excited about bluebonnets too!
flowers are so pretty. but spring isnt nearly as good as summer! 40 days left of school as of today!
If I wasn't crazy before yesterday, I am now! The long story to follow...
You're doing better than me. I'll think of several random blog topics that don't seem complete, but I never write them because I don't think people would be interested in reading them, but I always love reading your random thoughts. That was possibly one of the longest sentences I've ever written. :)
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