I will be able to relax once the damned thing is en-route to the Board of Ed. I'm about five good days from finished, and I'm already dreading the course. Oh well, there's always maths! Maths will always love you.
This photo perfectly illustrates how divided I am. Equal parts light and dark. Right down the middle. I'm trying to summon some enthusiasm for teaching, but the end-of the-year burn-out is keeping it at bay. Thank god the pool is open. I do my best thinking watching the college students sitting poolside, thumbs flying on their phones. I'm pretty sure they're texting the person sitting next to them-you can tell by the way they occasionally turn face-to-face and say something. I watch them and think, "If only someone had made them read Renaissance Humanists, they'd have something interesting to text to their friends." That's a lie. I don't think that at all. I think about them pissing in the pool, not showering off sun lotion before getting in, and being generally horrible young people that stay out all night drinking, and then sleep it off all day poolside because none of them have jobs. Except for the sweet girl that lives a few doors down from us-because she has a job, and isn't the type to piss in the pool. But the rest of the lot are rotten.
I have to teach the Reformation this year as well. Fun. Second semester I'm teaching the Spanish Civil War, and WWII. More fun. Toss in some English, maths, and science to keep it all
It was such a long year. I'll feel like a person again after that syllabus is submitted. Then, I can sit at the pool all day. Maybe I can get a college student to show me how to text message (I have never sent one-no idea how that works). Or sleep. Sleep would be good. Wake me around the first week of September.
I'll be working on these pale, pasty legs of mine.