As a teacher, I freaking love summer. On the last two days of school I realize I actually like these kids. They have great personalities, are really funny, and for some reason worship the ground I walk on. Well, not all of them worship me, but I do get enough hugs and requests to sigh yearbooks that my head swells just enough to pop out of my headband. I now have several weeks dedicated to myself and to my education classes.
I spent the first two weeks of my summer pretty low key. I visited my crazy mother, which requires lots of patience and tequila. Luckily, mom likes a good margarita as well. After returning from that visit I had to de-Mom myself. This requires great patience from my husband and more tequila on my part. Again, pretty low-key.
This is all great, except that......I got bored.
One of the great things about my job is that there is always something to do. Whether it's grade paper, plan the next unit, call parents, prepare for the next meeting, figure out averages by hand before getting a student grounded for a week, read more papers, research more education techniques, and discuss a student with a fellow teacher. However, at home there is only housework that awaits me. I hate housework. Big shocker, right? Housework cannot make me laugh, rejoice when it passes the EOCT, or write me a letter about how I have impacted it's life. Housework just looks back at me and says, "I will be dirty again in two days. HA!"
