I need make only one more peanut butter sandwich. I only have to eat two more, which means that in three days I can eat an infinite array of lunch possibilities if I so choose.
I only have to hear my phone go off at 5 AM two more times. I only have to limit myself to a single snooze two more times. I only have to get in my car and drive north in the semi-dark two more times.
I still have to drive home three more times.
On three more occasions, I need to stand my ground during the gauntlet known as morning breakfast duty, although I will say, “Please go to the gym or to the cafeteria,” to approximately 4,000,321 children. Or maybe just to the same three children 1,333,440.3 times.
I have one more TFA meeting and two more school staff meetings. I will see each of my one-hundred-and-some students three more times, except for my homeroom kids who will show up six more times.
I will discard an unimaginable number of used papers, pencils.
I will enter one more graded assignment into the computer, and generate a final behavior comment for each precious angel – (Number 54, disruptive; Number 52, talks instead of working; Number 19, cooperative and pleasant).
And at 1:06 PM on Friday, May 25th, I will let out one big sigh of relief and surprise that Year 1 has ended and I have survived.