I just turned in my last set of lesson plans for the year. This is a very flat coin with two distinct sides:
Heads: Wooooooo hoooooo!! We're almost done!! It's almost summer!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!! (Dance)
Tails: (sniffle) I won't be here next year. I won't teach this kids. I won't live with these sisters anymore. (sniffle) (Cry)
It's more or less the emotional equivalent of Red Bull and vodka, which I have never tried because I would like my heart to continue to function normally, but i hear it's a trip.
*The title, by the way, is suposed to be a clever play on the "light at the end of the tunnel", referring to the fact that for me the end of the tunnel may involve a meeting with a metal/emotional train