For the first time in a *VERY* long time I am not dreading the end of summer. I am not concerned with writing curriculum and lesson planning; preparing a classroom and neatly labeling every goddamned thing in my room with a student's name. I am not bothered with school shopping or first day jitters or making nice with the new principal. I am not troubled with behavior plans and the inevitable "my child is very special" conversations.
In short, I am in full "fuck this shit, I'm going to GRAD SCHOOL!" mode, and it feels so good. It's like grad school is a free pass to check out of adulthood for a minute. And I, for one, am so. damn. ready.