As a tutor, I get a long winter break. Ahhh, relaxxxxing... I love that part. But then, soon after New Year's, I get that familiar back-to-school depression that we've all felt.
"But, I don't waaaaannnnna go back! You can't make me! I *do* want to watch TV all day for the rest of my life and no, I would *never* get bored. I promise."
But, alas, there are bills to pay and impulse items to buy. And I like my job way more than most people I know. So, I'm back. Helping with college admissions essays, reading Aristotle's views on dramatic tragedy, and discussing the Manifest Destiny. Not bad for a day's work.