In ten days, my teaching career will be FINITO.
In ten days, I will not have to grade anything, ever again.
In ten days, I need to really figure out what I want to do with my life. So far I have the following thoughts: writer, black ops CIA agent, yoga instructor, rockstar, Geico commercial creator, mattress critic, professional “do things even though you don’t really want to” convincor, Bachelorette commentator, candle scent maker, and Iron Chef.
If the world was flat, I would be sailing towards the edge of the ocean right about now, and I would be falling off in ten days.
Thank God the world is round.
Last Friday, one of my students gave me a Schrute Buck. I think that’s a good sign.
Oh, and one more thing. Justin Beiber might sing like a little girl, but he’s not a bad dancer. I wonder if he will go the way of Hanson when he gets older.