Pandemic Crisis

Undoubtedly, dear reader, you or a member of your immediate circle of friends and relations have been afflicted by an all-too-common ailment. The ailment I will now describe for you generally remains dormant, and most people are carriers, though they seldom know it. However, this condition typically rears its ugly head at the most inconvenient times, waylaying plans and making the completion of tasks difficult. This disease tends to flourish in the springtime, as the icy chill of winter begins to fade (and the icy chill of Colorado in April snaps us out of that tantalizing Indian spring). However, springtime is not the only time of year when it arrives.

Thanksgiving break is over; December is just around the corner; and I've got less than four weeks left of my last class of my Master's degree program. I'm absolutely unmotivated. I have just one real project left to complete in this 18 month program. I'm just weeks away from completing all of the "higher" education I ever plan on participating in. I'm a few short keystrokes away from acquiring the diploma that will move me up and over on the payscale. I'm just...

And yet, here I sit, at 4:00 in the morning, typing away at my blog, suffering from senioritis. You'd think that all these years working in education would have immunized me against its effects, but I guess it was just in remission.