Razzle my dazzle

This week has been stressful for me. Tomorrow, my high schoolers take their AP exam, both of them in one day, with a single-hour break in between. For the last week, I have been their economics monkey-- holding review sessions, massaging egos, correcting multiple choice exams, going over every possible fake macroeconomic situation, finding kids and dragging them into class- being bitchy, frazzled, excited.

Today I gave my last lecture ever. It was a two-and-a-half hour review of everything they've learned all year. As I watched them furiously scribble notes they don't need and ask questions they already know, I felt dueling forces inside my heart: Should I be anxious that they're asking such ridiculously elementary questions? Or should I know they'll be fine?

After the review session ended, they laughed and skipped out of the classroom. Me? I feel frazzled and I know I look like hell.

Tomorrow, when everything is over no matter what, will be a better day.