A Poor Exchange Rate

I’m not sure that I was supposed to get a certain e-mail from the school district about hosting a foreign exchange student. I think it was just supposed to go out to parents. I hope that’s the case. I’d hate to think that this administration would like for the teachers to also house students as well as teach them. That’s like picking up people’s garbage all day and your manager handing you a bag and saying, “Why don’t you go ahead and take this home with you?”

Now wait, I’m not comparing America’s youth to garbage. There are just some occupations where separation is needed—and you feel like you need to be hosed down at the end of the day.