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Bye Bye Work Week

The weeks seem to go by faster then I'm expecting them.

Monday - well EVERYONE gets a case of the Mondays sometimes - and certainly that is the day I am most happy to be finished.

Tuesday - I'm finished early, well, earlier than on Monday Wednesday and Friday so it feels a bit like a holiday anyway.

Wednesday - It's HUMP day! Who doesn't like HUMP day? And who doesn't feel a great relief after lunch on HUMP day knowing that you're closer to the weekend than you were in the morning?

Thursday - again, early finish, plus the next day is Friday so all you tend to think about on Thursday is how happy you are that the next day is Friday.

Friday - and then there it is. TGIF. The weekend is dropping it's landing gear and looking for the runway. And by mid afternoon, well, the weekend has REALLY already landed.

I suppose what's not GREAT about this theory is that I am truly wishing my life away - you know, one of those phrases you hear in your head, your mother's voice, echoing time and time again. Somewhere in between 'You'll ruin your dinner' and 'Someday you'll be happy you have a sister and not want to kill her.'

Thinking of the upcoming travel is probably whats putting me in wishing-away mode.

I'm also looking forward to getting back to a place where I can take the politics and enoy the job I'm doing.

Children are wonderful, adventurous, curious, amazing little creatures to hang out with all day.

But the bureacracy behind their education can just become too much for me sometimes. That, and the fact that I can't REALLY communicate with those that control my fate.

Although we are ending on a very happy note this Friday. The powers that be have decided to give us next Tuesday OFF. Yes, that's right NO WORKING. NO TEACHING. NOT EVEN SIMPLY HANDING OUT WORDSEARCHES.

It's Teacher's Day here in Korea and we all just assumed that our Ebeneezer bosses would drag us in anyway. Turns out that students might want to give us gifts and there not too fond of that so they 've decided if we're not here we can't get gifts.

I don't really care why they don't want me here. I just know there is a bunch of sand and a little piece of ocean that would be happy to accomodate me and my magazines and the BEST TACOS IN THE WORLD from the taco stand for the entire day.

That also means one less day I have to wish away next week.


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