The rut

I knew it.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.

When I became a teacher librarian back in September, I glanced at the school calendar. It seemed great! “Only 185 days of work”, I thought to myself. “This will be over with the blink of an eye.

Boy, was I wrong.

Back when I was looking at the calendar, I thought to myself, “October & November are split up nicely with conference and vacation days. December is, too. Then there’s time off in January, and February only has 28 days.” Things looked pretty good.

But little did I know that right there, after the month of February and before the month of April, was the month from hell. The month of March.

I have never felt so mentally and physically exhausted in the short 24 years of my life. I’ve read in teacher magazines and heard first hand accounts that teaching can kill you. They weren’t kidding. This month I could have blogged 10 entries if only I had the strength in the evening to rest my fingers on the keyboard rather than my face. Much too often, it was the latter.

Another perk to the job of teaching is at about the month of March your immunity has taken such a pounding that your body cannot withstand anymore forms of elementary school bacteria. It gets so weak that you eventually come down with something. The doctor diagnosed me as having acute pharyngitis. No, it’s not a mathematical proof and it’s a lot less glamorous than it sounds. But, the antibiotics are working wonders.

March has 31 days if you haven’t checked, and I swear that March 2006 has been the longest month of my life. And there is still a week left. For the rest of this weekend, I’ll be praying for snow.

 

Photo borrowed with permission from Szczur’s Flickr photostream.