i was wondering...why is it everytime i was at skool i can't wait for the puuurrrfect holy-day to come. i was thinking about taking the break from all the bickering, the lessson plan, the early alarm, the "sometimes annoying but cute" kids and the exercise books.
But yet, when the "DAY" came, all i can ever think about is those stout strawberries (my kids). Really miss them a lot. They reminded me a lot when i was their age. Having tons of homework everyday but yet never forget to have fun. Wish i have a time machine right now. Any Dr. Emmet Brown out there??
