Teacher in September: By golly, I'm going to go to the gym after work! I've been doing it all summer. How hard can it be?
Teacher in June: Let me sit here in the recliner for an hour before I change that tablecloth.
My lieblings, this is not hyperbole. The tablecloth dodge literally happened to me a week ago.I feel even worse today.
With three days left in the school year (one of them devoted entirely to picky paperwork), I am fried like your granny's Maryland chicken.
I don't like to bitch and moan about my job, because I've got one. But dang on a biscuit, it's an exhausting bit of business.
Like, I didn't even need to make these memes. I just Googled "tired teacher." There are so many of us!
But the full moon will soon be rising, and Solstice is next week. I will finally staple the last piece of newspaper over the last square of bulletin board and walk out for a nice long holiday.
It will take me about a week to regain my energy. But once I start getting enough sleep, I'll be full of piss and vinegar again.
And speaking of sleep, the sun is still high in the sky, and I'm ready to hit the sack. Yep, 7:15 p.m. is the new midnight.
But I'm not worried. Every little thing is gonna be all right.