According to my blackboard there are ten school days left this year. That's not counting today, but it does count Records Day, the day where all the teachers come in and just stay long enough to pack up their rooms and tie up their loose ends. Most teachers leave by noon to get lunch and a drink, but since I get paid by the hour I plan to spend all day there.
The last two weeks of school are unique in my district because all the therapists - the OTs, the PTs, the social workers, the psychologists, and the SLPs like me - stop doing therapy and just concentrate on doing their paperwork. They figure we can get it all done in a timely manner that way. It's a nice theory, but it never works out. Everyone knows we have the last two weeks off, so they schedule meetings and workshops. In the last two weeks of school I have four IEP meetings, an evaluation to complete, a department committee meeting, a mandatory department picnic, and two solid days of district training. That doesn't leave much time to finish up my stuff, so I've been busting my ass to do as much as I can as soon as I can.
Unfortunately there are things I can't complete until closer to the end of the year. For example, I have to wait until after graduation before I can finalize my caseload numbers for next year and send all of my seniors' folders to the district building to be filed. After all, if one of them fails a class and doesn't graduate (it happens!) I'd hate to go back and track down their paperwork and re-submit my new caseload numbers.
So portions of my day are spent staring at my to-do list, reviewing each item and growing increasingly anxious when I realize that I can't do it that second. I know that I'm going to have to scramble at the end of the year to get it all done, but I also know there's very little I can do about it.
So I just sit, and wait, and try not to freak out too much. On one hand, I can't wait for the school year to be over. On the other hand, I'm not sure how I'm going to survive trying to finish it all.