When you're a school teacher, one dreary year blends into another. This is especially true on cold and gray March days when one has an after-work meeting at the other Vo-Tech campus, which is a 45 minute drive from mine.
As I made the long transit home from the excruciatingly boring meeting, I tried to remember how many years I've been a full-time teacher. I counted and counted in my head. But one dreary year bled into another.
Know how I figured it out? I went to the archives of "The Gods Are Bored."
I am completing my ninth year.
Oh well, lah di dah, time marches on and all that rot!
Happy Equinox to all in North America! The winters are longest when we hardly get any snow, and this is one of those winters.
If you're keeping score, I have to work another 11 years, or until 2031, in order to have 20 years in the profession. I'll be 71.