April Is The Cruelest Month

This point in the school year is always the worst, in my own humble opinion, and this year seems especially rough. Students are either wandering the hallways bemoaning tougher college admissions, or wandering campus bemoaning the worst job market in decades that awaits them after graduation. Others are staring down AP exams or trying to cram overloaded schedules with requirement upon requirement. My piles of grading seem to be self-perpetuating, and finals loom ahead. The weather is either incredibly lovely and springlike, which we must view from behind our classroom windows, or gray and wet with torrential downpours into which we must soldier forth. I’m tired of all my winter clothes, but it’s not quite warm enough for my warm-weather gear. The end of the semester/year seems at once impossibly faraway and terrifyingly close. All of us are weary and ready for summer.

I guess this is where I should offer a hopeful thought to keep us slogging through, but instead, I’m just trying to keep my head down and keep putting one foot ahead of the other.