Summertime

Well, today I taught my last official classes. Tomorrow I'll do an exam review session for 40 minutes per block but in terms of actual, teaching time--I'm done! Year one is down. And as soon as I catch up on all the grading I have to do and writing my exam, and grading that exam, and finishing the last of my family meetings, I will be free to work intermittedly throughout the summer (I made the possibly crazy decision to go full time college guidance next year, teach one English class and advise the yearbook).  So I only have four weeks of vacation as opposed to two months, but I'll spread it around so I feel good about the amount of time I spend in office. Plus, there won't be any kids, and I'll get to write most of my letters of recommendation. But most importantly, I'll write. I'm talking novel pages people. The current goal is to finish a draft before school starts on Spetember 7th. Considering I think I'm only 90 pages away, this feels more than doable.

The only possible stumbling block? My plans to be a summer vampire with the boy I'm dating.

That's right. This dating cynic is dating. Contrary to my previous beliefs and experiences, not all men suck. Just the majority.