Senioritis?

Is it a bad thing that I'm counting down the weeks to the end of this semester?  Have I become one of those students?  I told my son that I think I have senioritis, and he said, "in more ways than one."  Hardy-har-har...the guy is a scream.

It's not that I hate my classes, 'cause I truly do love them.  My writing class is so totally cool, especially since we're doing the workshop stuff of going each other's short stories.  These kids are so talented, and I love reading their work.  Our professor is a trip, and he really encourages everyone to think about their responses to others' work and about how to be a better writer for their own work.

My Italian class gives me agita because I feel so stupido (no translation needed...you totally get what I'm saying).  It's not for a lack of working my senior ass off -- I spend more time on Italian than the other class -- but maybe it's because of my senior brain that I feel inept.  Our professessora is a gem.  She has the patience of an immortal, even as she deals with people not having their books or doing their work.  I would not be so patient...not at all.  I absolutely freeze up on the quizzes and tests.  I never, ever had that problem, but I do now. 

Another thing about my Italian class that I just noticed:  I have no idea what the students on the other side of the room looks like.  If I were to see them on campus, I would not recognize any of them.  I guess it's because I interact with the kids nearest to me, but it's weird. 

Maybe my son is right.  Anyway, six more weeks after this week.  See what I mean?

Ciao!