Everything has a beginning and an end

The teaching season is basically over. I am thrilled. I still have a couple classes here and there in the next few weeks, but I no longer have to feel like I am living and breathing freshmen library instruction.

I’m fine with the cyclical nature of the instruction librarian’s job. Usually right when I get to the point where I feel like I will go postal if I have to explain boolean operators one more time, things begin to ease up. I’m looking forward to a week of work with no classes, it feels like I’m lying on a beach in Bora Bora while Clive Owen, Sean Bean, and Colin Firth are fanning me with palm leaves.