After almost a week off, we finally will return to school Monday. You would think those four snow days would have provided a golden opportunity to get caught up on all the things I was behind on.
Think again, my friend.
There's only so much yearbook stuff one can do from home. And as far as all that grading? Well, can you say "projects"? Projects as in poster board size. Projects as in too big/bulky/burdensome to bring home to grade.
There's something to be said for being a math teacher with their little scantron sheets, thin stacks of papers and test generators, but then I would have had to have learned math and math things. (And we all know how I feel about things.)
And those things would be really, really bad things. Things that involved formulas and numbers and equations, and probably things that involve imaginary numbers. (I have trouble enough with imaginary friends. I don't need the stress of imaginary numbers.)
I had to laugh when someone claimed to be a school teacher with a half million to a million dollar budget to buy their little slice of paradise.
Yeah right. I don't need to be a math teacher to know none of that adds up.
Maybe a school teacher with a trust fund.
Or a school teacher with a winning lottery ticket.
Or a school teacher with a sugar daddy.
My BFF Jennifer (a science teacher) always says we made poor choices in life--choices that didn't involve financial freedom. Choices that instead involved long hours, lots of grading and no perks (unless, of course, you count the occasional chocolate candy bar thrown into our mailboxes).
Who wants to buy a beach house in Nicaragua any way? Am I the only one who remembers Contras, Sandinistas and rebels? And what about all those drug wars going on in Mexico?
Frankly, I don't think I need that kind of excitement. I have a feeling I'll have more than I can handle come Monday.