I stayed late at school yesterday, photocopying and grading like a pedagogical fiend, in order to achieve the zen of no schoolwork over vacation.
Feels pretty darn good.
For those people who crank that teachers don't work hard enough (like my dear, sweet aunt): I've done the math. With all the outside of school hours that I spend on school, I work 40+ hours for 52 weeks. I'm not complaining; I'm justifying.
Now that vacation stretches before me, I scarce know what to do first. There are netflixes to be watched, the remaining season of ANGEL to enjoy, a couple of books that are decidedly non-canonical and entirely school-unrelated...decisions, decisions.
Not to mention the hours that need to be occupied with writing.
For now, I'll opt for a nap.