Is it weird that the first thing I want to do when I step through the door in the evening is take off all my clothes?
For some reason, at the end of the work day I just want to completely strip myself of the constraints of clothing and the germs, sweat, snot and magic markers that accompany with them. Seriously, nothing feels better than taking a bra off after a day of teaching. What? Sorry. Forget I said that. Moving on.
Also, I think...there are a handful of students who are trying to drive me to drink.
I'm not sure what my breaking point will be:
Using permanent markers to doodle on the beloved white board?
Asking to go potty four times in one hour?
Sharpening one's index finger in a crayon sharpener?
Eh, not so bad I can't deal. For now, I may just succumb to severe chocoholism.