Once again, the end of a school year and the end of another round of teaching. Leaves one with a sense of accomplishment, a little bit, but more a sense of confusion, because you, like the students are not quite sure just what and how much happened, and a sudden hole in your schedule - like Wile E. Coyote, each week one has been rushing off the cliff of security into the high open space of the classroom where you hover gesticulating wildly before dropping thousands of feet to your doom below; suddenly you 're not doing that.
And then tons of marking , because in your enthusiasm to give out assignments, you forget that you have to grade them.
And y'know, half of them are pretty good.
I don't spend this much time on all of them, but here's a drawover from one.