And as the day progresses, it thickens. Pea soup? No, worse. Cotton.
Well, that's okay. After breakfast...
...I'm glued to the kitchen table again. And pressed for time. Really pressed for time. Class preparation, coupled with exam finessing, coupled with responding to student queries. Brutal.
Afternoon. Time to head for campus.
And class. Next to the last for me (tomorrow afternoon is the last one). And already I'm feeling sentimental.
It's so late when I finally go home. Outside my office, Bascom Mall is eerie.
And in the dark, the fog seems impenetrable. I don't drive, I crawl. (And I'm feeling grateful that my flight out is just after this sequence of foggy days passes.)
Home. Ed and Isis are there.
The chili is ready: yesterday's preparation. A salad, a glass of wine. Exhale. Just for a few moments. The next 24 hours will be a whirlwind. But I wont remember that part. In future years, all I'll remember is that it will have been my last day of classes.
Enjoy the transition! And thanks for caring so much about your students -- I write from personal experience!
ReplyDeleteI'm so excited for you (and for me, to tag along vicariously). But, I still think the law school is missing out on the best prof they have. Good luck today! And let me know when the retirement party happens.
ReplyDeleteThis time period between decision to retire and next to last day has really flown by. I can imagine a whole colony of butterflies living in your stomach now... sad and happy at the same time. Enjoy every inch, every minute, every student, and every butterfly of it all!
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