Over the weekend, I savoured the freedom of it all. It was the first weekend in slightly over a month that I didn't have to spend grading assignments, or didn't have to be anywhere, anytime, really, except wherever I decided to take myself. Okay, I had to see the mater off at the airport on Saturday morning, but even the fact that she's taking a four-week (!!) vacation in one of my favourite parts of the world while I'll spend the same four weeks plugging away at other work in school didn't put a dent in my easy mood.
Yeah, contrary to conventional wisdom that teachers get massive vacation time, the truth is that I will be spending a lot of time in school during these mid-year holidays. I was back there today, bright and early at 9:15 am. I could bring some of this work home to do, but home is where the bed and the TV and the DVDs and the internet are, and we all know how conducive they can be when real work needs to get done.
No, I've got my to-do list, and my vacation work ethic (which is considerably more resilient than its term-time counterpart), and four weeks to get my shit together. Today started off well, with me devouring Nigel Warburton's Philosophy: The Basics in less than five hours. I don't necessarily remember the finer details of everything I read, but the gist was all I needed. Tomorrow, we'll tackle epistemology. Wish me luck.