Here are two things that I would like you to know: one, I’m a teacher who actually *likes* her job. And two: with that said, I really needed this winter break.
This week (no, this past month) has been crawling by. You can ask any teacher – from pre-school to high school, December is absolute hell on Earth. Holiday madness is an epidemic, and it spares no one. The crazy kids (and adults) get crazier and take everyone down with them as they spiral further into insanity. Even the most mild-mannered cherubs only have visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads. And by “sugarplums,” I mean presents, cookies, holiday movies, presents, no school, sleeping in, more cookies, and even more presents. They are jacked up and out of their damn minds. But by far, the week before break is the worst.
I’ve had three kids throw up (one in my classroom) because they’re excited about break – not sick; two cry their eyes out for no apparent reason; and a partridge in a pear tree. That last part is actually false. But someone did shit in a bathroom sink (again). There have been countless arguments about Santa, Elf on the Shelf, Hoverboards, iPhones, Minecraft, Xbox, and it’s only Wednesday. Merry Friggin Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and a Happy New Year! No one wants to do any work, kids and adults alike. We’ve all mailed it in. I’m practically herding cats here. But the cats can talk back, and they also kinda smell like B.O. I love all of my students, but I was so fucking done this year.
If you hate me that I get a winter break, just calm down a bit before you roast me. If I could wave a magic wand and grant holiday wishes, I’d give you a winter break, too: everyone needs some time off to unwind. No matter what job you have or what industry you work in, from circus clown to CEO, everyone especially needs a winter break. (Would that idea possibly cause a collapse in the economy? Maybe. But at least I’m trying to start a dialogue about it.) And to add insult to injury, with Christmas on a Sunday this year, we’ve all gotten a bit screwed with time off. Just another example of why 2016 may be one of the worst years.
To say it’s been tough to get out of bed is an understatement: I am barely motivated to open my eyes. I know I’m not the only one feeling this way, and I also know that I’m damn lucky I have five full days next week to rest and recharge. Dear God, I know I need it. And if you still hate my guts, because you don’t have a winter break or even next Monday off, just know that come January, I’m back to B.O. and yaking youngsters for almost 60 days straight. Then it’s spring break. Happy Holidays! .