Time flies.
When I'm having fun.
When I'm suffering.
It just flies.
I couldn't wait for December to show up because November was a crazy, nonproductive month in my classroom, and I was certainly ready to spend some time cramming learning so I felt like I deserved a break.
Of course, I was also looking forward to December for the break.
Now, here I am on the second week of my break. It's the week I told myself I'd do some grading--I tried not to bring any home, but I ran out of time to complete it.
It's also the week I said I'd clean out my closet. No problem. I'll have plenty of time. I won't mind.
And here I am, having had a lovely first week of my break, and I just want to continue my peaceful, no-stress, lazy buzz for another week.
Who could blame me?
