Semester has been rattling along at a nice clip, with a steady rhythm of tests every few weeks, and I've grown accustomed to my new, hermetically sealed/hermitic life. [As an aside, when I say hermitic, I am referring to my mostly shut-in status, not the spiced cookie of the same name that I did not know existed until I googled hermitic to check my spelling. The learning train stops for no one.]
However, the best.thing.ever is about to happen. Finals. A week from Tuesday and I am a free woman until February 2012, whereupon the wild rumpus starts anew.
However, part 2: as with all highly anticipated things, in lieu of my looming date with freedom, time has slowed to a crawl, and with it has gone all my motivation. I have become an apathetic, whiny (mostly in my own head, hopefully) college student who has exerted for 12 weeks and who frankly is more than a little out of steam. Hopefully there is some tiny reserve of steam left in me somewhere, though I've yet to locate it. I'm sure my driving need to get perfect scores will push me across the finish line in something like style, and I am extremely appreciative of September, October and November Sarah who worked really hard so that December Sarah can get a few things wrong and still get a good grade.
However, part 3: it appears that unless I give up teaching altogether (not happening), due to the hours-heavy nature of science classes, I may not be able to take more than 2 classes per semester, which puts me squarely in the crosshairs of summer school, and potentially in a land where the next five years will actually turn into 6. Although the difference isn't that great, the length of the sentence (and the length of that last sentence) starts to make my head spin.
Pade, pade, as my teacher Manorama would say. One step at a time. If only I could get time to speed up for the next week and then slow to molasses for winter break.
