Third year done

On Thursday, I taught my last class for six months. The excitement is yet to hit me, instead I feel a little lost. Last Monday, I had four different lesson plans to prepare and sixty essays to grade. Today, I am trying to decide between picking up a book or watching another re-run of The Office. This is not a terrible situation, there is just a lot of nothing. So far I have filled the nothing with this blog, sketching, cleaning, cooking for four hours, reading, ordering stuff on Amazon. I wouldn't switch this week for last week - not having to deal with 801 ever again is delicious - I just obviously need to keep myself busy.

Also, I have only nine weeks until female A makes her entrance. The doctor told me today that my "safe date" is July 21st, meaning if I was to go into that labour after that we are good to go. Maybe that is why I am finding it a little difficult to celebrate the end of the school year. Summer equals baby. Baby equals scared mummy to be and the end of my life as I know it. I've found that I am even avoiding reading all the baby books, thinking in some way if I don't read them then I am somehow delaying the inevitable. Daddy A is a little further along the road to accepting our young married couple life is ending and being responsible for a child is beginning. I will get there, and as Daddy A has just reminded me, I don't really do that much now anyway. This is true, but I like just hanging out and worry female A will not.

The Calm Before the Storm

Apart from the 60 essays to grade and the materials to make for next week, I have a day of nothing stretching ahead of me. Thank God. It has been a hectic week; field trip, exhibition night, dinner dance, spring cleaning. I'm the tired that bring tears to your eyes and my feet have started to swell.

Five more days of school and then I will not stand infront of a classroom of students for 6 months. The prospect of having to go through a "first year" again is terrifying, so I'm going to continue creating "The System part deux" this summer just like I was going back as normal. I fear that if I don't I'll repeat some of the hell of this year again. For example, for some reason it took me until January to implement a really successful bathroom policy I had started the year before. I found myself having to play the bathroom game with kids for a few months. Why? I think I lost my mind a little at the beginning.

I'm excited to think about school and a little sad to not be going back full time and starting all over again. Amazing what a little time and an easier last couple of months can do. These thoughts go through my head and I feel guilty - remind myself I have a baby coming and should be thinking about her. But school seems more real right now. Also, when she arrives I doubt I'll have time to think about hallway procedures and assessment reflection forms.