Trying to remember why I changed careers...

I spent twelve hours yesterday marking papers.

Twelve. Hours.

For those who don't think that teachers should get two months off in the summer, I say "Ha!" I invite you to join me in deciphering the cryptic scrawl of a 12 year old boy, in wading through a pile of grammar and spelling mistakes, and in trying to relieve the inevitable writer's cramp after a typical evening. Then we can spend a few more hours planning our lessons for this week.

Takers?

I thought not.