7 Signs It’s the End of the Year

Because I’m normal, I often imagine what it would be like to
time travel.
Because I’m weird, I also often wonder: if I time-traveled and didn’t know to which time period I was going, would I be able to tell?
I know for a fact that if I ever time-traveled and was dropped off in
May or June of any of the past four years of my life, I’d know it, without even
looking at the date. Here’s how:
1) Writing anything on the board seems like THE BIGGEST BURDEN
IN THE WORLD


For this entire week, I’ve been having my students change my
date and objective. I just can’t bring myself to do it.
2) Your brain is so slow that you ask people to repeat their
questions to you, not because you didn’t hear them, but so that you have time
to think of a response while they’re talking
Other teacher: Did you get my email?
Me: Oh, I’m sorry, what did you say?
Me, (inner monologue): Uhhh, let’s see… email… email…. what is
her name again… Ms. Paulsen… what was her email about… oh yeah, the final exam…
did I get that email?…………. yes! Yes I did.
Other teacher: Did you get my email?
Me: Yes! I’ll get on that right now.
3) You check the lunar calendar at the end of every day, because every day you’re sure it must be a full moon

 

I don’t know if it’s true that full moons make students behave crazier, but I like to believe it.  It makes me feel like less of a failure.

4) “TREAT YOURSELF!” becomes your answer to everything
 
Do I really need these expensive hiking sandals? TREAT YOURSELF!
Should I watch another episode of Secret Princes or do my lesson plans?
TREAT YOURSELF!
Shall I have a third piece of cake at the end-of-year luncheon?
TREAT YOURSELF!
5) Grades? What are those?

 
When I do remember to grade things, it is hard to stay on task. Today, all the 100s I graded received a hat.
Because nothing says “Well done!” like a tiny sombrero.
Or a fascinator.
6) Everything is funny.
 
Earlier today, one of my students said, “The daig was Dawsy”
instead of “The dog was Daisy” and I laughed so hard I cried.
7) Everything is also emotional.
 
Last week, before I found out I was moving up with my
students next year, I was watching them take a test and started crying.  I still don’t know why.
Hope you are ending the year less crazy than I am.  Or if it’s more crazy, I hope you’re spending
most of your time laughing.
Love,

Teach