Some days felt longer than other days. Some days felt like two whole days. Unfortunately those days were never weekend days.
So says the unnamed narrator of Then we Came to the End, all 383-pages of which I managed to read this week in hurried snatches while scrolling down e-registers, marking data verification sheets, and pretending to pay attention in Scheme of Learning quality meetings. Some days I like my job. Occasionally, when it all clicks together in the classroom, I love it. More often than not, though, I just about endure the whole charade.
Japan. In September. Just let me teach.