An open letter to the end of the semester

Dear Semester's End,

How can I simultaneously adore and despise you so? My students would say, profoundly, as they say about so many things (their parents, their cell phones, Indian food), that we have "a love-hate relationship."

Indeed. First, you present me with this:

Portfolios and final essays up the yin-yang.
I have no choice but to fortify myself with this:

And this...

With an entire army of Christmas kisses.

And now I've got a nasty sugar rush. Look what you made me do.

But I can't be mad at you, because, End of the Semester, if you're here, then all of this cannot be far behind:




And that makes me really, really love you.

Kendall