Another Love Poem

In the grand tradition started by my rhyming tribute to my carport (which you can revisit by clicking HERE), I have penned a similar ode to the new semester and the return of my A-day preparation time.

What joy! What rapture! What freakin’ bliss!

I’d forgotten life could be like this!

After 18 weeks in  disarray,

I finally get a prep each day!

Time to plan, to grade, to breathe!

Time to tinkle? Yes indeed!

Sure, I prepped before, but not each day.

How’d I survive? It’s hard to say.

I came in early, and stayed till late,

Skipped countless meals, and canceled dates.

 I bordered on insanity

While choking back profanities.

But that time for which I yearned,

My precious prep, has been returned!

I can’t describe the bliss, so sweet!

I’m back to prep five times a week!

For those of you without a teaching background, prep time looks like THIS...

... but feels like THIS.