We’re in the final throes of the school year here, and holy cow, I’m ready for vacation. Stick a fork in me. I’m done.
But then again, I’m not done, because I still have papers to grade. With the exception of eight weeks in summer, I always have papers to grade. Always. The psychic toll this takes on a person simply cannot be denied.
So I really need a Mary called Our Lady of Efficient Grading. I could use her prayers right about now, as I wearily polish off the final stacks.
Or I could use an Our Lady of Packing, because I’m doing that too: packing up the contents of my classroom and department office desk for a move to a new building. I am unearthing fascinating things, like papers from students I taught in 1998. That would make them … how old now … thirty? Dang. I’ve been doing this a long time.
But since I can’t find any icons of Our Lady of End-of-the-School-Year Pursuits, I’ll just share this image instead. It is a soothing and lovely image for any week, especially a frazzled, moving-at-lightning-speed week like this one. May it bring you peace, too.
Song of the Angels by William-Adolphe Bougureau