Things my students say…

“Miss, you were in my dream last night!”

I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear where this was going, but of course he told the story…

In his dream, the school was being attacked. We were trapped and  everyone else gave up, and was just willing to die. But I busted down a door and helped them escape.

Apparently I also scolded him for leaning out the window of the rescue helicopter. “See, even in my dreams you yell at me!”

I’m not sure how to process this. On the one hand, I guess it’s flattering that he thinks I would rescue them in a crisis and keep them safe (and that I’m a badass that can bust down doors!) But the fact that the school being attacked is part of his reality frightens me.

Running on Fumes

I wonder if this is how a marathon runner feels at mile 22. I’m tired, burning out, and losing motivation. My grades are awesome. Good enough that even if I drop a few I’m still in no danger of failing. I wouldn’t make Dean’s List maybe, but I’d graduate.

The only thing pushing me to not do that is that I really would hate to have wasted all that hard work from before. That, and I’d then have to defend those grades in my Master’s Defense. No thanks.

I need an infusion of joy. A boost of energy. Something more positive than “it would suck to fail now” to help push me to the finish line. Is there an academic version of a gel pack?