School (work) is pretty awesome

It's a blast, it really is. I love teaching math, the kids are way tame compared to last year's monkey house, and my co-workers are nice, funny, helpful, and realistic.

It's pretty awesome.

My principal just emailed us this one:

After being interviewed by the school administration, the teaching prospect
said,

"Let me see if I've got this right:

You want me to go into that room
with all those kids, correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for
signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and
instill in them a love for learning.

You want me to check their backpacks for
weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and raise their
sense of self esteem and personal pride.

You want me to teach them patriotism
and good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair play, and how to register to vote,
balance a checkbook, and apply for a job.

You want me to check their heads
for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all
pass the state exams.

You also want me to provide them with an equal education
regardless of their handicaps, and communicate regularly with their parents in
English and Spanish by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card.

You want
me to do all this with a piece of chalk, a blackboard, a bulletin board, a
few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps.

You want me to do all this and then you tell me........ I CAN'T PRAY?"

Not that I'm religious, nor are Sam and I not checking a really super "household income" box, but it still made me smile.

P.S. I was so relaxed today when driving home that I rolled down the windows, opened the moonroof, and cranked up "Black Hole Sun" with the breeze in my hair. It's a good thing.