I hate wishing the weeks away, wishing for semester to end or to get to this week or that week when things will be 'better'. This semester was tough but every semester ends up tough in a different way. It wasn't as utterly hideous as semester 1 13/14, it wasn't easy going either. I still had new teaching - yes, another course. That's the (insert some number greater than 10 but less than 18)th consecutive increase/change in my teaching since I started this job. It is unsustainable and unappreciated. I've even asked for help this semester and been given something that will help but only if I can plan and organise and help (so would probably be faster on my own).
But I am tired of thinking 'if I just get to Christmas'. I want to enjoy each week on its own merit but too often I'm putting out fires. This is one of the first semesters where I really feel my back's been at the wall - I'm beyond the point of 'cannot reasonably do more' and seriously need to drop some things.
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