Sitting in the classroom in the Education Building at Drake University today, I was thinking, I left the high school and missed the end-of-year faculty luncheon for this? And paid a thousand dollars out of my pocket that I did not have, just for the privilege?!?
Oh well. Who needs a summer vacation anyway? And what's more, Joe is going to be rather unhappy with me when she finds out I don't get to leave to come down for the family reunion...
[ducking to avoid the fire shooting from her eye sockets]
I'm sorry!!! Honest!!! This is a four-week class worth three credits... I can't miss ANYTHING. And the particular Friday I needed to miss? It's a major test.
I am doomed to Des Moines for an entire summer.
Of course, it wouldn't matter if I lived in Des Moines or Dallas; I'm so stinkin' busy writing fifty gazillion papers and Powerpoint presentations and sample lesson plans and REFLECTIONS (I hate that word, and it's so overused around this place -- everything anyone does, requires a written "reflection" -- sounds way too touchy-feely and liberal for my own comfort level). Even if I did live in Dallas or Miami or Fiji, I wouldn't be able to enjoy it.
By the end of this summer, my molars will have been ground down to nubs. I always grit my teeth and clench my jaws when I'm stressed.
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