So I have this game I play with people when I want to tell them something. I say, “I have good news and bad news.” It’s a game because I try to get creative. Sometimes I try to turn bad news into good news and v.v. It works even with the simple things (borrowing a pen.) Sometimes it doesn’t work out so well. And sometimes it’s funny (sometimes just to me. I don’t care.)
That said, guess what! School is done.
OK, not really. The Seniors still have their finals to take this week, the rest of the school takes their finals Mon-Wed, and then we have graduation prep and grading, post-session teacher meetings, and THEN school is done. So whatever. I’m depressed again.
Back to my story. So I’m taking a “personal day” tomorrow. (WOW! I didn’t even know I could do that until very recently.) I was breaking this news to my morning students and I thought I’d have fun with my good news/bad news game.
Me: I have some good news and some bad news.
K: We want the good news first.
Me: OK, the good news is that today is the last day of classes. The bad news is that I will not be here tomorrow.
E (the laugher): YAY! Wait, oh… I man, darn! Wait… I’m confused! Am I supposed to be happy or sad?
K: Sad, idiot.
E: No, I’m happy! Happy that Ms.S– gets to have fun. You’re gonna have fun, right?
Me: I don’t know what that is anymore, E.
E: Can I add you on facebook?
That’s as exciting as I can get with my news right now. The reality is that things are barreling towards the end, and I am sad, and happy, and stressed, and confused (like E.) I will take a personal day tomorrow. I will try to enjoy it. And then I will push on through like a madwoman until I can stop and wonder what to do with the fact that I’ll have time to spare.
Even Big Boppa is silent.