April is always stressful. The end of the academic year means weary students and weary professors, and weariness-fueled shenanigans. It's always bananas with end-of-year kid activities: sports and concerts and ballet performances and field day T-shirt orders and field trip permission forms. This spring I have a senior, who has a surprising number of forms to fill out for both high school and college.
For me in April there is always a predictable flavor of stress related to seasonal variations in the substance use pattern of the substance abuser who worries me most. That's not something that feels very bloggable to me but it is a relentless thief of peace and productivity.
This year we had the chilliest April I can remember, with snow on the first three weekends of the month. I'm okay with an April snow. I didn't even complain a ton about the second one. But three seemed excessive; I started to wonder if the forsythia would ever bloom.
But! The calendar page has turned! The forsythia did bloom, of course, and I am DONE creating content for that new grad class, and it should be a fairly mellow finals week as these things go. (I am resolutely not thinking about how much work needs to happen for my summer class to be online by its start date. One thing at a time.)
I am a little sidetracked wondering about the origin of the phrase "done and dusted." I'm having a mental image of an Amelia Bedelia-esque dusting, in which the newly laid-to-rest month is covered with a hefty sprinkle of fancy pleasant-smelling dusting powder. That way if it rises up from its calendrical grave in calendrical zombie fashion, you'll be able to trace its limping zombie footsteps through the dust. That's probably it.
ANYWAY. There are a bunch of fronts on which I need to pull things back together now that I am not prepping 5 hours a week of new grad content. That was, let me be clear, a huge and exhausting task. But it is also a completed task. Hurray!
Do you know another thing that made April exhausting? I was doing another round of the Any Good Thing writing challenge, which was FIVE WEEKS LONG, ending May 5. This post is now exactly 400 words long, which means I can go to bed. Good night.