Few things are funnier than when one of my seniors says that they can’t wait to get out of school and that “there is no way to explain it you!”  First look around.  The teachers that don’t already have their Gilligan hats on for their summer on the boat are looking at travel magazines with longing looks heretofore reserved for e-mails about early retirement benefits.

I love the job.  There is nothing else I have ever wanted to do other than teach children with special needs, but to get that “last day” of school at age 57 is just mind blowing.  It’s not the same as at the age of 7 or 14, but its as close as you can get 5 decades after doing it as a kid.  While admittedly I am never going to make a fraction of the money a southpaw with a 96 mph fastball will make…..I get the summer off and he has to work.