I need a vacation from my vacation

Sorry for the delay in communications. End of the grading period and all, and I'm so backed up. I thought I'd relay a conversation I had after returning from Spring Break.

One of the assistant principals asked me what I did over the break. I told her that it was research paper season and that I spent the entire time grading--about six hours a day. Her response was that she thought that was so awful, that my time was occupied with school work on a school break.

My response was that it wasn't that bad because it gave me an opportunity to focus on grading. There were no lessons to plan, no ARDS (don't forget your pirate voice when you say, "ARRRRRD") to attend, nor were there any referrals to fill out on discipline problems and so forth. So, in a way, it was a break.

Isn't that sad? Which part, you ask? Oh, I don't know--maybe it's the part where a vacation from my job is grading papers for six hours a day for seven days a week. Or that I just justified my situation, in hopes of feeling better. I'm like a woman whose man is cheating on her and she stays in the relationship, telling herself that he doesn't mean to do it and she knows that he loves her.

The only difference between her and me is that she can have an intervention from friends and family.

She's so lucky.

But, never you mind the "working over Spring Break" talk. It's the stretch run here, people. Chin up and keep the eyes on the prize.

May is right around the corner.