Whoa. My final Sunday night before my final DISD Monday. This has usually been a time when I start to get my game face on. There is little levity as I would gather myself mentally for another week of over-crowded classes.
This Sunday is different. I'm almost giddy. The light at the end of the tunnel has grown large, big as a searchlight. Two exams given tomorrow and two more on Tuesday. By Thursday around noon, DISD will have extracted its last minute of labor from me. 1970-2006. I think on my next blog I will throw some numbers at you...boring stuff like how many individual classes walked into my room and how many students I estimate have been bored by me in 36 years.
Anyone wanna trade places with me?
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