Half Block.

I blinked. Half Block is over. No more TAing for me. No more Palmer High. No more freshman and junior and student council and journalism. No more 5:42 am alarms and frigid sunrise drives.

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On January 5th–the day before the block started–I was 97% certain I would duck out of the gig. I was sick, exhausted, and not in the best headspace. Write. I only wanted to write. But for whatever reason, I didn’t drop the course and I pushed through the initial gunk and had kind of a delightful experience.

One of my placement teachers fell ill the second week (hopefully not because of being in close proximity to me). In the time of a five minute passing period, she realized she needed to go home, she had a high fever, it was short notice, too short of notice, so I was made the sub (with a licensed teacher in the back of the room for legal issues). After three days of observing, I stood in front of some thirty freshmen and I taught. I laughed. I reprimanded. I wound up teaching eight periods (freshmen and junior English) over the next two days. It was rather stellar.

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And now, fifty hours of high school later, it’s over and I’m back to Heather normality. Thesis deadline is approaching, so I must write write write write (I’m at 70 fresh pages, but still only feel 10% done). And my final semester officially kicks off Monday. Back to the juggling dance of thesis, fellowship, ballet, tutoring, etc etc etc.

I graduate in four months. That’s extremely weird. And that’s extremely soon.
So I’m going to try to enjoy it. These four months. The stress. The grit.

Let’s see what happens.