Sweet Jesus, I need a break. After appeasing the grumbles of anxious students by surreptitiously handing out pretzels- I'm officially promoted to the "coolest teacher ever", by the way-and grading their atrocious grammar exams that I bestowed upon them, I'm staring blankly at the wall of my classroom without an ounce of "umph" left. I'm borderline catatonic. I believe this is generally what happens on the last day of school before break, to both students and teachers alike.
So, I'm trying to hold on and not lose it while secretly counting the minutes before I can rip off this damn cardigan and act like a normal person. We're almost there. The saving grace is knowing that by this time tomorrow, my husband and I will be driving far, far away to a little town tucked away in Northern New Hampshire for an extended weekend. Oh, New Hampshire. Where teenagers are kind and people smile for no reason. I have a to-do list a mile long of all I want to accomplish as soon as we get there.
1. sleep
2. eat
3. go back to step one.
It could very well take all 5 days.
See you when we get back!
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