I can’t make myself work. I can’t relax. I believe professionals would refer this state of being as “restless.” I do want to be productive, so I go to school and become lost in the melee of putting up bulletin boards and arranging desks. It’s busy work and avoidance of the real issue of planning the next school year. I’m very excited about school, because the atmosphere has lightened up and change is a comin’. I’m anxious about a new subject and teaching blocks (106 minutes). Even more than that, I’m anxious about the GRE, graduate school applications, and my post-teaching plans. That’s right. This will be my last “first day.” That’s a weird feeling.
Biding Time August 8, 2008