Senioritis

I didn't think it would happen but senioritis has struck. This morning one of my friends and colleagues asked me to help her with a teaching event she volunteered for up at school. My first response was a loud, unfriendly grumble, followed by a hemming and hawing of sorts and finally, "ask one of the new eager beaver kids and if they bail, I'll help." The idea of going to campus to help with something used to make me gleeful. I was their go-to gal. Now, I could give a shit. I'm over it--and them. How sad! But after five years, and with a new job and life on the horizon, I suppose it makes sense to want to close the door on the old. Plus the dissertation has made me into the grouchiest person! Grrrr!!