This semester ends soon.
All my classes in this semester are over. I already ended two classes of Practical English (Comprehensive Reading) and a Basic English (Basic Grammar) class last Friday. Today the remaining PE class and the History of British Literature class have gotten out of my hands. Feeling empty inside, I was subsiding into the chair after the final class. I felt like fading away, and it’s just like something full inside me has been swept away.
This morning I was strangely upbeat as if being injected stimulant. I wondered why, because nothing had provoked or encouraged me. P said it might be due to the nice weather or becoming-to-end semester, but I didn’t think so. Today’s weather was really beautiful, a little bit hot, and besides, I’ve always loved my classes, yet there was something different which made me cheered up, though I couldn’t specify. Having been intoxicated with such mood, I vigorously gave my classes all over.
Anyway it’s gone now. The bubbles suddenly burst down with the ending of my final class. I said good-by to hundreds of bright eyes for the time being, since my seasonal classes will begin two weeks later. In the afternoon, then, I’ve been groggy more than for five hours with heavy eyelids. I have to shake myself off this submergence, though. There remains so much official work in front of me, such as examining of papers, giving of tests, marking and grading for my 240 students.
Brit…
All my classes in this semester are over. I already ended two classes of Practical English (Comprehensive Reading) and a Basic English (Basic Grammar) class last Friday. Today the remaining PE class and the History of British Literature class have gotten out of my hands. Feeling empty inside, I was subsiding into the chair after the final class. I felt like fading away, and it’s just like something full inside me has been swept away.
This morning I was strangely upbeat as if being injected stimulant. I wondered why, because nothing had provoked or encouraged me. P said it might be due to the nice weather or becoming-to-end semester, but I didn’t think so. Today’s weather was really beautiful, a little bit hot, and besides, I’ve always loved my classes, yet there was something different which made me cheered up, though I couldn’t specify. Having been intoxicated with such mood, I vigorously gave my classes all over.
Anyway it’s gone now. The bubbles suddenly burst down with the ending of my final class. I said good-by to hundreds of bright eyes for the time being, since my seasonal classes will begin two weeks later. In the afternoon, then, I’ve been groggy more than for five hours with heavy eyelids. I have to shake myself off this submergence, though. There remains so much official work in front of me, such as examining of papers, giving of tests, marking and grading for my 240 students.
Brit…
