We can stop working when we're dead.

How sad is this? I'm up at school today during spring break to work on next month's lesson plans, even after I promised myself that I wouldn't. Somehow I convinced myself that I could get ahead in my work. Would any teacher out there that has ever gotten ahead in their work, please let me know?

But we still do stuff like this. We'll come up on weekends. We'll grade with a pencil in one hand and eat with a spoon in the other. We don't rest, even in the summers (second jobs, professional development, etc.). I really do think that teachers are masochists by nature. Why couldn't we have easier self-destructive qualities--like cutting or something?