I'm not sure if the knowledge that this was my final full semester of course work ever (I do still have to take one class this summer) made me a little more zen this semester or what. Even though I left two major projects untouched until the weekend before they were due, I did not allow myself to stress to the level of previous semesters. Of all of the semesters that I thought that stress may have gotten the best of me, this was definitely a contender.
I got walking pneumonia in February and spent the better part of the spring wondering if I would ever regain lung function. After spending a semester researching 19th century child diaries (many of which end "and X days later, she died of consumption," it seemed like an appropriate illness.
Now that I am relieved of all of my student duties, I can now return to the world of guiltless television watching (House, LOST, CSI) and pleasure reading. I haven't decided what is on this summer reading list, but it will probably be young adult texts, since I'm teaching YA lit in the fall. I welcome suggestions...
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