We're approaching the time of year when I look at my mom and sister, who are both teachers, and seethe with jealousy. They're about to get two solid weeks off, two glorious weeks to sit around, watch movie marathons, and sleep late. Not that they actually do any of this, but they COULD.
When I give them a hard time about it, they look at me like I'm the folksy gas station attendant from No Country from Old Men and they're Anton Chigurh, looking for their pneumatic air gun.
So without further ado, I dedicate So You Want to Be a Teacher to them, to my kids' teachers, to my old teachers, and to all the other teachers about to get a well-deserved break.
And I'll sit here seething with envy.