It's the night before the first day of school in 2008, and I'm irrationally worried that it's going to feel like the first day of school all over again.
Maybe if I hadn't had the best winter vacation in the whole world, it wouldn't be so hard to go back. But as it is, teaching feels like a dream: Did I really do that last year?
I left before the break feeling unexpectedly fond of my job, and now I find myself (not so unexpectedly) dreading my return.
I don't know if it's my position, my school, my colleagues or the profession altogether...but next year, something's going to have to change.