The life of a teacher.

It's the first Saturday of spring break. Naturally, I've been up since before 6 a.m. so I can go take a very expensive math test, partly so I'll be more employable elsewhere and partly because I've learned that our calculus "teacher" isn't bothering to actually instruct his students, offering to just give them all A's instead, so I'm plotting a very polite, very quiet coup. Then I just have a unit on the nervous system to plan, a stack of quizzes to grade, and a stack of essays to grade. The rest of the week is mine, and I hope my ninth graders don't forget everything they've learned about bonding in the meantime!