Kids and teachers aren’t really that different. We both look forward and cherish our days off from school. The difference between teachers and students is that teachers have more work to do. Spring break isn’t so much as a break in order to relax and unwind, it’s more like halftime if I can be so brave as to use a sports analogy.
Spring break is only a temporary reprieve from the agonizing responsibilities accompanied with educational torture. Spring break means that we’re getting closer to the end of the year, but that we still have a long way to go. After spring break we have 6 solid weeks of school before Memorial Day then about 3 weeks and change until the end of the year. It’s like being on the road cross country and seeing that sign that says, “next rest stop in 2,000 miles.”
It’s taken everything I’ve got to get this far. On one hand, 9 more weeks isn’t so bad and I might be able to do it; on the other hand 9 weeks more weeks of this soul-crushing job might cause a nervous breakdown and I could spend the rest of my life in a robe and slippers watching the nature channel with unblinking eyes while an overweight nurse wipes the drool from my mouth as I mumble, “Stop it, Tyrese” to nobody and twitch every so often as I pull the hair from my head and crap in a diaper.
That’s what Spring Break means to me.