School

Sometimes, I don't really understand why I have to go to school. Today, for instance, I show up at 8 am-ish (okay it was 8.05 but whatever, I don't actually have any classes until 8.30) only to learn that all of my classes have been cancelled for the day, because my 8th graders have a career day field trip, and my 9th graders are just going over their midterms. So here i am, with nothing to do for 8 hours (except lunch and cleaning times) but read a book (Mark Twain's Conneticut Yankee) find things for my November bulletin board (American Comic Strips...any suggestions?) and continue to study Japanese. I suppose I shouldn't complain, but I have a zillion things I need to do outside of school...Like clean-up my apartment for the dinner party/pumpkin carving party I am having tonight. Sometimes my job feels like a giant waste of time...and all too often I find myself counting the minutes til I have to go home.