2013 Summer Reading: The Platypus Reads Part CCXIV
The school year ended yesterday amid much tidying of classrooms and eating of comestibles. Another year of teaching down and another class of seniors sent off into the world of adulthood. What that means practically is that summer is here and with it a return to the other things in my life. After all, teachers, contrary to popular belief, don't spend the vacation resting in coffins beneath the school yard until the bell rings and they rise again to feed on the blood of the living (At least I don't). Summer is the privilege of our professional status combined with our relatively smaller(compared with equally educated and qualified professionals) paychecks. It's a time to refresh, recharge, and regroup before returning to the task of tutoring the next generation into adulthood. My grand aunt, who was single for years, spent her summers traveling the world and becoming the sort of person that anyone would be privileged to learn from. At the univers...