For the first time in my life I’d rather not be starting back to school.
I was always that odd child that counted down the days until the first day of class. I love the smell of new school supplies, the crisp woodiness of unused notebooks and freshly sharpened pencils. I schedule and reschedule and relish in hunting down bargains on used textbooks.
But this semester I’m just not ready to be back. Last semester was physically, emotionally, and academically exhausting and I don’t feel like I’ve had enough rest. I’m not ready for another semester of reading and researching and analyzing and writing. I’m not ready to sort through complaints and appeals and give speeches and lead meetings and plan events.
I can feel the burnout. Maybe I just have a good old fashioned case of senioritis.
Whatever it is, it stinks.
