Last night was my last class before a three-week Christmas break. I've been functioning at about 1% in the past week (or month) - not exercising, eating terribly, not returning calls or e-mails, and getting about 3 hours of sleep a night. It's been pretty bad. I was SO excited to wrap up class, as were my colleagues, only to get to class and be assigned three short projects to be done by 12/22.
Anti-climactic. You should have seen the faces fall when she announced it. If there were an ounce of energy left collectively among us, there probably would have been a coup d'état. Instead there was mumbling, a little rocking back and forth, and I might have shed a tear.
I stayed up until 1:30 and got two of the papers done, and now only have one more project to do, which won't be hard and I can finish it this weekend. But, really?
Also last night we started working on our student teaching placements for next year. (And that is a sentence I never thought I would be writing.) I am requesting a social studies placement in a middle school for the fall, and a dual psych/business placement in a high school for the winter and spring. I cannot fathom - cannot imagine in any way - that I will actually be in a classroom teaching lessons plans that I have created to young faces with bedhead in less than a year. At this point, I would say that the chances of that happening are 50/50. At best.
But it does feel good to dream. I feel good about where I am and where I am headed.