The Lost Weekend

I have this tradition to prepare for the first day of school. The weekend before I—go nuts. I’ll admit it. I live it up, yo! I stay up all night. I eat whatever I want and too much of it. I smoke big, fat disgusting cigars. I pack it all in.

Why? Oh, I don’t know. It makes me numb for the first day. That’s for sure.

Does that make sense? I guess I can liken it to a criminal’s last weekend before heading off to jail. He’s got to take advantage of the freedoms he has before he gets locked away for a long time. Maybe it would be better to compare myself to going to rehab instead. I mean, I can leave at anytime and teaching is like a disease. It’s killing us, but we just can’t quit, right? If that’s the case, then I was just having one last bender.

Anyway, I hope you guys have a great first day of school, and you lived it up on your last weekend.