Last Day of Spring Break

Waa waa waa. It's almost over. In 24 hours, I'll be back in school. There is NOTHING worse than the last day of Spring Break.

Poor me, the lowly teacher complaining about having a week off, paid.

Ok. I'll suck it up: but I woke up this morning dreaming about the damn yearbook, again. I was filing stuff in my dream that was actually a good idea; I was telling kids what to do and it was stuff that needs to be done; and I was getting the son-of-a-bitch done.

[Aside: I was just looking at the want ads. I always do this on Sunday mornings. I found a great job in Pella, but it pays twelve thousand less than I make now. Sigh.]

Anyway, I woke up and realized the state we're in. We have proofs that aren't done and returned in a timely fashion; we haven't submitted deadline 2 yet; we have missed every deadline night because of weather of my illnesses. In reality, we suck.

SHIT. Now what? Work, work, work till you die. My shrink says this job shouldn't be stressing me out so much. Fuck him.

Well, at least I have an entire week of laziness, gluttony, and creative escape under my belt. I spent the major portion of every day playing around with my computer, playing RPGs on Facebook, recording video messages for my peeps, and making commercials for personal lubricants...all from the comfort of my own office.

Oh well, guess Term 4 will be the great decider. I'm going to up the ante in yearbook and get off my ass some. We are going to work after school and deadline nights twice a month to deal with the crappy computers we have. Have I blogged about my technology woes yet? Waa waa waa.

My head is going 100 miles a minute right now: class sizes too big, budgets too small, newspaper is in crisis, i haven't put away any of my clothes all break, and it's Easter morning.

Mkay. This blog is usually therapeutic, but it seems to be stressing me out even more, so i shall end it now.