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Why oh why...

is it so hard to come back to work after Spring Break?!?!

I know I have no right (or every right I haven't decided) to complain, since most adults don't get what us old schoolers call "Easter Break" past college.

However, I will tell you what I tell my roommate and everyone else who loathes me for having a coveted schedule...

Well, then why don't YOU go get your credential (by taking 38 tests and another ridiculous number of classes that don't do anything for your teaching skills except make you more patient), then you can have lack of job security and a less than average pay...and get a Spring Break.

I did mention I LOVE my job right?

I like to start out the first-morning-back by looking through my planner, flipping pages, writing things down, basically planning to do things...instead of actually doing things. Seems productive.

What have I accomplished? Duh. I've written three very necessary emails, responded to a planner-related facebook message (you'd think I was type A with all this planner shenanigans), sent out a friend-in-town related text (someones gotta coordinate all these fantastic women), attempted to better my career for next year (huh?), posted a blog (gotta keep up with the digital world) and gone to the bathroom twice.

Happy Monday Readers!

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