Post Spring Break Blah
Spring break is over and the kids are all back. It's nice to see them, honestly. This place is a farking ghost town when they're not here. But then again, everything shuts down when they're not here. It's not like we don't eat food or go to the bookstore when they're not here. Bastards.Anyways. I remember going to college so many years ago, and I LOVED spring break. It inevitably came when you needed it to. There was a break from the first 10 weeks of the year and you could actually watch spring come in. But the only problem from it is that it was the nice respite from hell that you sort of just slumped through the last quarter. Well, actually I take that back. Quarter system you're excited to start new things. It's the semester system, oh lazy semester system, that gets you sinking deep into your quicksand of ennui.
There are approximately 9 weeks left in the semester. The kids have had a taste of the good life with Spring Break. Now comes the hard part. Motivating them and myself to bust ass the last 9 weeks.
These 9 weeks go fast too. In no time you'll see yourself going from midterm to midterm. All the fancy schmancy end of the year dinners and events (you can leave your lunch at home those days, I tell you), and what I love most is the awesome graduation ceremonies. In which you see people so overwhelmed with the holy shits ("holy shit I did it." "Holy shit, I can't believe it." "Holy shit how am i going to pay for this.") that it's a lovely thing. And all the students that I've helped I get to help one last time as they approach the stage and get ready to do the dance and handshake with the president.
So as many of my students are jetlagged from their trips to Europe the trick is to welcome them back into reality and have them get ready to buckle down. But it's real hard to buckle down when you've got a bunch of pics in your cam from Paris and a little twinkle in your eye as you remember that last nite you spent at Les Etoiles drinking with your new friends who you'll probably never see again.
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