Today is Friday. The final weekday of my spring break. I am just about done with my work, which is good. My goal was to finish it by the weekend, so I don't have much, if anything, left to do my final 2 days of vacation. I dread going back. If you talk to me Sunday night, I'll probably be crying. There's a number of reasons. First, I really don't like my job, which is unfortunate. It's one of those things where you don't know what the place is like unless you actually work there. Well, it has turned out not to be the place I've desired to work in for two years. I only hope my experience there will get me a job in September somewhere. Second, this week off has been really great. I've been able to hang out with my wonderful girlfriend Kim every day. It's extremely difficult to be used to seeing someone you love so much every day, and suddenly only be able to see her on the weekends. I will definitely miss this once I am back working. I've been able to relax for the most part this week, go out, eat good food, have some drinks, and have fun overall.

The next month is going to be busy because there is so much going on. The only positive thing is that it will be May my first day back to work. Once May is over, the school year basically is, too. I have so much to look forward to this summer. Hopefully getting a job for September, going to Toronto for vacation, hitting the beach, getting a crappy summer job and saving some money. Right now, my mind is focused on July 14. That's the day we leave for Toronto. It's pretty much what I care about right now. I'm working to make money to pay for the trip and save money for the future. Being thrown into the situation I'm in, I'm not really learning a lot about teaching, but moreso about how horrible children can be. I'm basically trying to play catch-up with teaching, and while doing this, I'm not enjoying it. I'm trying to throw in fun stuff and good lessons, but mainly my job is to make up the ground that the other teacher totally lagged behind in. The fun stuff and good lessons are more for me so I don't kill myself. My brother knows I've snuck in 2 periods of kickball in the afternoon because I'm ready to snap. That's why my focus is on something for me & Kim-vacation. I'm working someone else's job, and the reward is vacation.

With all the ranting and complaining out of the way, I am now going to shower, finish whatever work is left, perhaps play a game of MLB 2006, and wait for Kim to come over for dinner.