I need a vacation. I think this thought
every morning at this time, about 8am,
before I have to go to work. The thought
of dealing with 17 noisy kids who like to
hit each other and cry just fills me with
dread. The best part about this day is
that it's Tuesday, so I finish at 3:30.
Then I get to spend the last hour and a
half at work smoking cigarettes (outside
the school grounds, of course), and
thinking of excuses not to go to the gym
after work.