Today, I don't work
My last day of quiet leisure. Boy, when I'm off, I'm really off. Sure, my thoughts have casually wandered to my students and my lesson plans, but in no way the same fashion as when school is in session. I love thinking about nothing. Mindless unstructured nothing. I'll be back to this state on about June 10.
It's funny to me that people resent teachers for the time off. It's not as though we're getting paid, people. "You get all this vacation time," folks say. But vacation implies that we are being paid for the time. Back in my newspaper days, I'd get a week or two of paid vacation. Now, when I have 180 days off a year, I am paid for exactly none of them. But I'm not complaining. This is heaven.
When people make such comments, my response is usually along these lines: If anything attracts you to teaching - even if it's only the time off - for god's sake, give it a whirl. Going into this profession, I had no idea how much I would love it. And we need teachers who love working with kids. Take a semester and try it. If you love it, get a credential and spend the summer after next musing with me, sipping margaritas poolside, about the wonderful life teaching affords.
Tonight, scrapbooking with the homies. This weekend, laundry and other random fiddlings. Monday, room 706 and some knee-slapping stories of students' Winter Break adventures. If any were arrested, I would have heard about it by now ...
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