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Are you sick of highly paid teachers?

Teachers' hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or10 months a year! It's time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do - babysit!

We can get that for less than minimum wage.

That's right. Let's give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM with 45 min. off for lunch and plan-- that equals 6 1/2 hours).

Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children. Now how many students do they teach in a day ... maybe 30? So that's $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day.

However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations.

LET'S SEE....

That's $585 X 180= $105,300 per year.
(Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries).

What about those special education teachers and the ones with Master's degrees? Well, we could pay them minimum wage ($7.75), and just to be fair, round it off to $8.00 an hour.

That would be $8 X 6 1/2 hours X 30 children X 180 days = $280,800 per year.

Wait a minute -- there's something wrong here! There sure is!

The average teacher's salary (nation wide) is $50,000.

$50,000/180 days = $277.77/per day/30 students = $9.25/6.5 hours = $1.42 per hour per student -- a very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even EDUCATE your kids! WHAT A DEAL!!!!

Make a teacher smile; repost this to show appreciation for all educators.

rumor has it.

Do you remember the pain Poe held in his poetry? It's not his time anymore. 

You have pain? You're not given a day where you can just break down. All day. Just let it all out. Pain is the one thing in life you really have to learn to suppress. You feel too much of it, they pump you with medication. Don't get me wrong, I love my life. I'm happy. For the first time in a really long time everything is working out for me, everything is falling into place like it needs to. I'm growing. I'm changing. But I still have those days where I don't want to get out of bed.

Especially a certain day pretty recently. I know and understand that you can't do that. Not anymore. Now you have school and work and grocery shopping and cleaning and projects ... nothing can get in your way. Not even pain. Not even a deserved day of tear and pillow bonding.

And even when those nights hit, the last thing I want to do is talk about it. I'd have to have a hermit day to be able to celebrate my Pain Appreciation Day. We'll call it PAD.


... That sounds kind of gross. How about P.A.D ... with the separation. Not "pad" but "p-a-d". Yeah, that sounds better.

When you have pain, you should want to talk about it. And I do. I just don't want the responses. I don't want the "I completely understand," "it'll get better," I don't even want the silence. I want the talking without the second person. I feel awkward even writing it out. I'm almost ashamed to feel pain. I think it's because I've seen ten times worse.

I've been around the block. I know what face down in the dirt looks like. I'm on a mountain right now. I have no room for complaint. I have no reason for tears. And what I'm upset over was probably for the better anyway. It shaped lives. It did so much. Especially for me. Yet I can't stop my mind when she's in it. Which is a lot of the time. I've learned that I'm pretty good at wearing a mask though. Just because my face holds a smile without a quiver, doesn't mean my mind isn't wandering to her memory.

Although, there are days where I wish I could just scream. I'd probably scream at you. You won't know I'm talking about you because you probably won't even read this. I would have screamed. I wanted to scream.

I should have screamed.

because i said so.

So I just I literally typed out a status that said, "Blegh. Thinking. Anyone want to figure all this out for me?" and just ended up deleting it. I wanted to write but didn't really want to talk to anyone. And you can't always do that on facebook. Have you ever just wanted to say something or write something just to have it there? Not for comment purpose. Not for responses. But for thought. For contemplation. Something that doesn't need comments to make it prominent in the news feed.

I'm confused but I'm certain. I'm broke but I'm happy. I'm scared but I'm excited. I'm young and underpaid. I'm tired but won't stop working. I'm here but I'm actually everywhere else. What it's all coming down to is that I don't have it all figured out yet. But I think I'm okay with that. I'm sad but I'm laughing. I'm brave but I'm chicken shit. No one knows this yet. I guess they will now. I have six voices talking to me and the only one I can't zone in on is my own. Am I making a mistake or could this be the best thing I've ever done? Are my reasons as logical as I think they are? Or am I still a pubescent teenage boy in heart? 

I'm doing so much better than I ever have before and I love it. So why is my head spinning more than it ever has? Because I know she won't take my mind seriously. Because I know that I will end up the asshole. Because I'm too used to it. Because she will cry. Because I will cry. Because I'm scared. Because I'm unsure but certain. Because I could lose her. Because.

I will never forget the end. Beating my head against the wall. Looking at her and finding myself searching her face for a single recognized feature. We were lost in the daze of ... well ... us. We were lost in the fights, in the fear, in the love we didn't understand. My words won't come out right. But I'll try to explain it anyway. I loved her and then we crossed a line. A very easy line to cross; the line between love and hate. Is it so bad to not want that this time? Is it so bad to be cautious? Is it so bad to say no right now and yes later, when it's more suitable? Is it so bad?

Yes.