Yesterday involved quite a meltdown on my part, in which I curled up with my head on D's shoulder and just sobbed. It was a combination of still being sick, and thus worn out from the coughing fits, and then getting the bad news that we'd gotten bumped from our vacation reservation. Aargh! We had a reservation at a place we absolutely loved three years ago, and the plan was to go the very first week of summer, so that the whole rest of the summer flowed out of that week of absolute relaxation. Except that I was late getting the check into the mail, and then the bad weather must have slowed postal service more, and in the meantime the property owners had gotten a request to rent the property for the full month of June, and the owners decided that they would go with the month-long reservation since our check was somehow delayed beyond what it should have been. They apologized, but that didn't make up for the loss of the goal that was helping me through the bleak winter months. I got the email in between two of my classes, and I had a hard time not crying during the second class.
I ended that class five minutes early when I started coughing and just couldn't stop. (And, in one of the sweet moments during a bad day, the students didn't hurry from the room as they normally would have, right before lunch, but instead just hung out in the room to make sure that my coughing would subside. Such nice girls.) My schedule on Thursday is such that I can sometimes just go home early, and I decided that was the way to go yesterday. So I went home, cried on D's shoulder, and then made myself a grilled cheese sandwich as the first step in comfort. Then I slept for an hour and a half, watched Sherlock, and went back to sleep, having taken two anti-anxiety pills.
Today was better
... and nothing like good drugs to help one sleep well. Then this morning I kept hitting the snooze, and D and I lay in bed and talked about the differences in characterization in the Watson character between Sherlock and Elementary. I didn't roll out of bed until 6:50, which is a problem when one has to be at school by 8:00, but it got the day off to a good start!
And then one of my advisees gave me a box of Trinidadian sweets, which her mother makes, as thanks for "putting up with her in the fall." I asked, "hey, what about the other three years?" and she replied, "yeah, yeah." Love this kid. (Have I mentioned that this advisee, a multi-racial Muslim scholarship student with unemployed parents who has had her problems at FGS, has gotten into George Washington University's international studies school with a full scholarship? This makes me jump up and down for joy whenever I think about it.)
And the only coughing fit I had today was in conference period instead of in class. So, yeah, still not great, but at least I had slightly fewer witnesses for my hacking.
Also, D. applied to two new jobs, both of which could be really good, and we agreed that if she gets a job for next year, I am NOT teaching summer school, which would make me so happy. I mean, I'd mostly be happy about her getting a job, but I'd also be happy about not teaching summer school!
And then I looked at our prospective summer schedule and at the rental property's calendar and realized that we could also go to that lovely lakeside cabin at the end of July. I sent the owner an email this morning with the new dates, and she wrote back "YES!" and then said to let her go home and double-check the calendar because she wanted to make sure that everything went absolutely smoothly with our reservation this time. She had clearly been feeling bad about booting us from our earlier reservation, which made me glad because we love this place and feel loyalty to it and wanted that loyalty to be in some way reciprocal. Plus, we can go on vacation! And it will be a reward of getting through summer school.
Plus, as I was looking at my summer plans, trying to make vacation work, and decided to schedule in the AP Summer Institute that I'm going to take this summer to prep for my new senior course. I had been assuming that I'd go to the same "English Geek Camp" that I went to last year, which I loved, but I think that this summer I'm going to check out a new location which has its own Geek Camp. In both cases, the AP Lit course is taught by someone who's a guru in the field, and this new place should be a much prettier location, lakeside and gorgeous.
I had a crapola summer last year, and kind of the year before that as well, and when our vacation fell through I was worried that this year would be more of the same. But now I've had a mood reversal, thanks to today's MUCH better day!