Just so "done."

I have gotten a few days teaching in this week, which is kind of nice. As the school year winds down, I need as many days as I can get. The only problem is, I’m a total zombie these days. I feel like I could sleep for about 36 hours straight, with the right A&E documentaries playing in the background. Stick a fork in me — I’m “done”.

And I’m not the only one. Yesterday I was teaching a class of grade twelves. I used what energy I had to try to motivate them to work, but I wasn’t getting anywhere. I finally acknowledged it was a losing battle when a student actually said to me, “No offense, Mrs. McLean, but we’re in grade twelve. We already have this credit in the bag, next week is the last day of class, and we’re graduating in less than a month. We’re done.”

How could I argue with him?

My Stats midterm is coming up on Wednesday, and on the one hand, I’m very worried about it, and on the other hand, I know I can probably do well. I have completed three assignments now, with marks of 54/54, 64/66, and 31/32. I may not have a clue what it all means, but I can follow the examples and get the right answers. Since she’s giving us a formula sheet on top of a one-sided 8.5?x11? cheat sheet we can put just about anything on, so long as it’s handwritten, it’s essentially the same thing. I’ll just write really small and put a bunch of examples on the sheet, and I should be okay.

I still wish the course were “in the bag”, though — I’m working my tail off on it. And I can’t ever remember being this tired, except maybe after the last time I had surgery. Who ever could have thought that just thinking could tire one out so?

Maybe we’ll get back our Space Studies midterms today.

One thing I have noticed that I’d forgotten about — the busier I am, the more story ideas that creep into my head. They’re becoming so numerous that it’s downright comical. It’s like the creative side of my brain is feeling neglected by all this studying I’m doing. It’s like a dog batting me with its nose, trying to get attention. I see a truck licence plate, and I get an idea. I pass a family greenhouse for sale and I get an idea. It’s just crazy.

And of course, when all of this winds down and I want to actually concentrate on creative works, my Muses will have gone on vacation, simply because that’s the way they roll.