Eighty-Four Cents

That's how much money I've made through Google's Adsense program. Not bad for doing absolutely nothing for two days. I'm pretty sure I could buy a Krystal with that, or at least a soft taco from Taco Bell. But I need a Mr. Pibb to wash it down. I submit that one cannot truly enjoy fast food fare without a caffeinated or carbonated beverage. So I beg of you, click.

Click until it hurts.

Being a teacher on the weekends is equal part pleasure and pain. During Friday night and Saturday, your spirits are sent soaring at the prospect of freedom from students that feel compelled to say your name at least thirty times an hour in order to feel good about themselves. Then comes Sunday.

On Sunday, you begin to realize that you're almost out of time. You start staring at the clock in a sad and weak effort to will the minutes into slowing. It never works. By the time "The Simpsons" are on, all is almost lost. With every inane laugh caused by the show, you fully realize that it very well could be your last moment of excitement for the weekend. So you savor the moment even as it ends, until finally you realize it's time to make the long trek up the staircase to your waiting bed.

Your dreams are always filled with lesson plans and sign-in sheets and angry parents.

Always.