Everyone says that teachers have awesome jobs, because we have summers off. And usually I say, “ha hal See ya, Suckaaaaas!” just to rub it in a little. But you know what? Our vacation isn’t really a vacation, because there is no paycheck. It is a contractually required furlough. And we still work–I will be spending a good portion of the summer either writing up the lectures for a new class I’m teaching and/or doing my own research, which I am in fact required to continue and am reviewed on. So I’m working…and not getting paid. So it’s not all that, people. But what it IS, is time where I ignore my email. Time where I wear shorts and swimsuits and pajamas when I work. And That. Is. Awesome.
As of this evening, as this is being posted, I am finishing up the last of my grades. I won’t be finished for another week or so, as I organize the lab, copy files, etc. But it’s so close I can taste it. I have all the energy of superman. I have my costume on under my professional attire, ready to rip it off at the last bell. Well, there’s no bells in college, but you get the point.
So even though I’m not quite there yet, I’m already celebrating. Celebrate with me! Because I know next week I’ll be so unused to having no classes, no 60 hr work week that I will end up scrubbing the house top to bottom! Woohoo!