When I was a teacher, I used to live for summer break. Long, lazy days, no responsibilities, nothing to do but bask in the warmth and relish my time away from hormonally crazed teenagers. Every teacher knows without summer vacation, they’d lose that slight grasp on their sanity they’re desperately trying to hang on to.
Then I quit teaching. And now, summer vacation is no longer that most treasured time of the year, it’s my own personal HELL.
Darling daughter had her last day of school yesterday. Forget the fact she was only in Kindergarten and was only going to … Read more »