Fugue State

Technically, a fugue state is a disassociative state, one where the patient can wander lost, unaware of his or her own identity. I'm not exactly there, but it is a weird time of year in High School Land.

One of my co-workers came to the startling realization today that we are only a week and a half away from exams, then the exams themselves, then done. Yikes! The teachers are scrambling to stuff a bit more knowledge into the kids' heads. The kids are fighting to get a few more assignments done and in the grade book. Administration is struggling to figure out how we are going to pay for it all.

We are happy to launch our seniors into the world, a bit sad to see them leave (most of them...not all of them.) The juniors are strutting around - almost seniors. The freshmen are happy that this horrible year is almost over. (If you don't remember your freshmen year in high school, thank your lucky stars.)

At the beginning of June, we'll all heave a great sigh of relief and look forward to the alarm not going off for a while. We end things, we close things up, we take stuff down, and call it done - whether we are ready for "done" or not. We'll enjoy our summers and then begin again - the cycle of school and rest we live by.


For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. What gain has the worker from his toil? I have seen the business that God has given to the sons of men to be busy with. He has made everything beautiful in its time; also he has put eternity into man's mind, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live. Ecclesiastes 3: 1-12

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