Last year, I found graduation to be a wonderful end to the year. The music was inspiring, and I enjoyed watching my students achieve this milestone. I was terribly sad to let them go. I thought fondly on my favorite times in college. I was happy for them.
This year, the ceremony couldn't end fast enough. I wanted them to leave. I didn't think fondly back on my own college experiences. I was indifferent.
I don't know if it's because it's not my first time at the rodeo, I'm unhappy with my job, or I'm just burned out. (Or perhaps it's a combination of all three?)
Will my affection for graduation ever return?
