For the past few weeks, I’ve been hearing all about “the countdown”. If you’re related to a teacher, friends with a teacher, or ever had a teacher, you know exactly what I’m talking about. All you have to do is ask is “how many days?” and they’ll practically scream out the number, unable to control their glee.
That question always leaves me wondering what my countdown is. To my next vacation day? New Year’s Day? The day I retire a million years from now? Which brings me to my biggest gripe about the working world: no end and no new beginning. School was so nice because you started in August, worked hard all year with an end in sight, and if you did a good (or at least adequate) job, you got to advance to a new level. Amazing! The funny thing is that I still think of my life in terms of the school year. I wish the corporate world would follow suit.
I just love hearing my fiancé and his teacher friends make all their grand plans for their long days of freedom. Sunday night cook-outs, Wednesday happy hours, and the absolute worst—fun days at my apartment complex’s pool….while I’m at work! No fair!
It’s times like those I find myself wishing I was a teacher. But then I remember that kids aren’t really my thing. Sure, I wouldn’t have to teach little kids, but I certainly wouldn’t want to put up with the drama that comes with high school students. My fiancé is a high school teacher and after hearing his hilarious stories of tears, angst and hissy fits, it makes me so glad I don’t deal with that on a daily basis.
Teachers work so hard the entire year and they definitely deserve the time off. I just wish corporate America would see how hard everyone works so we could all have summers off, too. Hey, a girl can dream! In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy the few days I do have off and hope that my fiancé might spend part of his long summer days making me delicious dinners to come home to. Yep, I'm still dreaming.
P.S. If my fiancé is reading this: Hii! How many days?