BITE ME

My mission for today: clear my classroom.

I've been teaching high school in the district for 11 years. Over that time, I've accumulated a lot of 'stuff.' Much of it is 'stuff' I don't really need; today I haul as much as possible to the dumpster.

The 'stuff' I want to keep, I need to box and label. Anything that I'm likely to ever want in Hawai`i needs to be prioritized; there are things I need as soon as possible, things I need as soon as practical, and things I need eventually, and since Mom's going to be stuck mailing it, it's up to me to make it easy for her to know what to mail when.

I tend not to throw anything away, because deciding to do so feels so final. But I have no choice; my goal is to have my room absolutely empty and ready to check out at the end of the day tomorrow. That way on Friday, I show up, say goodbye to my students during the first block of the day, and check out during the final block of the semester.

I'm tempted, oh so tempted to, at the end of the day, go across the street, drop my jeans, and expose my lime green boxers with the words "BITE ME" across the seat. Oh, I'm tempted. But I won't; I am a professional, and no matter the provocation, I will not behave unprofessionally.

I'm allowed to imagine it, though, aren't I?

Mahalo