|the last meeting was like this, sort of.|
In honor of this last meeting, I did the following:
(last night) Baked a cake and ate a slice at eleven p.m.
(this morning) Met with a student | Identified another way that Canvas's sneaky ways have wrought havoc upon my carefully designed end-of-the-semester collaborative project | Ate an artisan (so they say) breakfast sandwich from Starbucks.
[THE LAST MEETING]
(after the meeting:) Sat with my colleague in the sun and debriefed | Went back to my office to think about this and that, related to my end-of-the-semester exit plan | Went home | On my way home, stopped at Target and bought a small, many-pocketed backpack for this summer's travels | Ate some barbeque potato chips. Also a sliver of cake. As you do | And so forth.
Actually, it's sort of shocking how few ceremonies there are to mark the ending of stuff like this. But I am marking it, and how. (--by preparing to grade, at the moment, actually.) And I am feeling pretty good about it, both the having done it and the end of it.
(balloons | parade | confetti | speeches | certificates/plaques | the very, very end.)
Huzzah for the all of it. I'm proud of you, HTMS.ReplyDelete
A summer exit strategy indeed! You are an inspiration but even inspiration deserves a break once in a while. I hope you get it.ReplyDelete