This is the final week of my current college course for my masters degree. This upcoming week is also the final week of the trimester before the actual finals week of the trimester right after Thanksgiving. Then I'll only have 1.5 weeks to conduct lessons and instruction before Christmas break. The week before Christmas is also my next finals week for my November/December masters course.
There will be a lot of horrible thoughts and moments of anger and frustration and craziness and paranoia and self-loathing and even a little randiness all working their way through my system over the next 3-4 weeks.
George is ALSO finishing up work for his masters degree courses in the next few weeks.
The Boring Things will be hopping in the next few weeks - but in the worst/best ways.
Let the floodgates open.
Let me lead the charge with tonight's worst thought:
I am awful. This paper that I'm writing is utter crap - I am spewing the "edu-bile" I know my instructor wanted to see and doing so while incorporating a few random, relevant-sounding quotes from the textbooks. I don't believe what I'm writing, nor do I ever plan to actually incorporate these ideas into my classroom. I know I've done this for 4.5 years of college course work, but since I'm doing it now, after three years of teaching and studying teaching, I just feel like it is even more soul-crushing and for each and every paper I write, which I find boring and impractical, a little piece of me dies inside.
