Last Tuesday of the school year. My room is in boxes (moving rooms), my walls are bare (boring), and my dress is linen and comfy (boring) because, you guys, I am tired. Of finals and grading and packing and meetings and checklists and summer school planning (yikes) and saying goodbye to kids, coworkers, and routine. . There’s this thing you learn about when you become a teacher — the “phases of a first year teachers attitudes toward teaching” — meant for the first year, but I’ve found it applicable for any number. . . First the anticipation phase: the romanticized version of teaching you have in your head. The excitement and anxiety that you feel. . . Then comes survival: quickly after the year starts and you realize that no, you are not prepared/invincible/inspiring/the modern day Michelle Pfieffer in Dangerous Minds. . . Next up, around the holidays, it gets really exciting: the disillusionment phase. Everyone is sick, misbehaving, you leave your house in the dark, get home in the d...