Cracking

Finals week. Capital O M G! I can't even see straight or think straight. Here's all the fun stuff I am doing (and please don't say...oh but you get two weeks off and the rest of us don't get anything...because I'm apparently working at my other job every day that I'm not in Boston...so much for catching up on sleep and work):

Creating all the schedules and attendance sheets for the seniors during finals week

Planning review sessions for my Stats kids

Proctoring exams in the morning and running review sessions in the afternoon

Helping to hone a proposal for the math department's new direction

Taking pictures of students

Learning all 410 students' names

Planning the last 4 hours of school on Friday after the math final

Writing a math final (well, more like polishing)

Making my math final more accessible for my kids who have learning differences and difficulty with the English language

Writing pump up post-it notes for my kiddos

Trying to be Jewish...lighting candles every night

Attending work parties

Ordering pizza for the 30 kids I'll have at school from 5-8 pm tomorrow to study (what was I thinking?)

Creating a slide show of students for a naming competition that we will have on Friday

Crafting a mix CD for my friend (lots of pressure)

Trying to pull something together for the holidays

Trying to keep up appearances with some friends

Trying to keep my sanity and wake up when my alarm goes off

Trying to smile even when I don't want to

But I am not in the hospital trying to keep a pre-term baby in utero (thinking about you AH). And I am not JMac, who is moving to LA at the end of the semester and her husband packed all her underwear when he left the house on Tuesday. She has two more days until she is reunited...

But JMac wrote to me saying...if you weren't cracking jokes, I'd worry that you were cracking up. It's true. I'm trying to keep my sense of humor.

Happy birthday Ma! (And Beethoven!) I'm almost home...