Friday, May 20, 2016
Annals of Teaching: May Madness
We've talked about May before. This year, I keep saying I'm hanging on by my fingernails. Then, I make my hands into claws and contort my face to illustrate the reality of my desperation. After that, I imagine falling into a pitch-black abyss, as I've actually chewed my fingernails down to ragged flecks of nothing and can't hang on by them.
I've spent a lot of time telling Dan I think this May is the worst of all Mays. I can see when he's placating me that he actually doesn't believe this. Not even a tiny bit.
"It's always like this, but maybe this one is a little bit worse," he wisely concedes.
Last night, I think I told him fervently, "It's not! This year is soooooo much worse."
"I'm sorry you feel that way," he said, and there might have been the edge of an eye-roll creeping in here, "but I can assure you that you're actually like this every year. You're miserable every year. And every year, I try to support you through it, knowing full well that after two weeks of misery, you're going to have like ten weeks OFF."
Hmm. I tried to tell him that I'm actually working for two of those weeks this year, so it's only eight weeks off, but even I could hear the ridiculousness of that statement. We can all be assured that I haven't completely forfeited self-awareness. Sanity? Maybe. Self-awareness? Check.
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2 comments:
Everything was going well until this past week.
I think it's worse this time too.
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