I really want to head up to the bar for a beer or three, but I have a lot of homework. Yes folks, that's the draw of being a teacher. You get paid pretty badly and you get homework...but wait...I have great hours, awesome students and my summers off. So I guess, fairs fair. But seriously? Homework sucks. I agree with the kids. Here's the plan. I'm going to go upstairs and get a shower to avoid doing homework. Then I will put makeup on and play around with my hair (curly, or straight?...curly or straight? Straight always wins but I will play the game out to its end). Finally, I will come downstairs and sit down to the menacing, not to mention toppling stack of papers that my students wrote so "lovingly" (read: by pain of death) for me today. By this time I am confident that someone will call me to head up to the bar. Wish me luck...but before I go--I feel like I should tell more stories of past loves (or at the very least likes).