On our Institute schedule for today, we had a session immediately after student dismissal called "Reflecting on Reflecting". Seeing that on the schedule last week, everyone was already incredulous. "Are you fucking kidding me? How much reflecting to they expect us to do?" Everyone was pretty much prepared for a bullshit session in the warm, stuffy library where we stared blankly at a SmartBoard, not listening to a thing because once the munchkins are gone, you lose pretty much all motivation to stay awake. Anticipating an already bullshit session, we were told we actually had to go to auditorium, which is even warmer and stuffier and harder to keep your eyes open in. We get to the auditorium, which is completely dark except for the light from the powerpoint projected on the screen. Enya's "Only Time" is playing. "This has to be a fucking joke," I say to my friend Nicky. "There is absolutely no fucking way this is real."
Turns out it was not real. Turns out it was an elaborate ruse to tell us we had the afternoon off to play with dogs from the local animal shelter or jump in moon bounces or run through the campus fountain (I don't think that last one was a TfA-sponsored activity, but we did it anyway).
And now I have like 92748275834 lessons to plan.