Skoo Jail

Did your life in college ever make you feel like you were in school jail? Not like you had been bad but that you just couldn't escape? I thought I was past that, apparently not. Some days I feel like I am in school jail....or more like on the school jail chain gang because it follows me home, reminds me it is there during supper, during dishes, during laundry-waiting to be graded and planned and revised and discussed with whomever will answer their phone...and what makes it worth it? Is it the 12 hours a day I work? Is it the "summers off"? No....it's those ungrateful urchins that I am so excited to see everyday who when I crack a joke look at me like I am an idiot then gradually smirk and finally giggle when they see my eyebrow raise as if I am saying "aren't you going to laugh at my joke? I'm waiting for the applause sign to light up and you to follow the directions." Only sometimes I'm the one who has to keep from laughing, has to keep that composure and I erupt into laughter at a comment that while inappropriate and unrelated has to be addressed and acknowledge because my kids are witty and funny and smart and dumb as a rock, and mean, and hurtful and playful and clueless and they share the same cell that I do here in skoo jail.