Summer: A Week in the Life



One perk of being a teacher is summer. We don’t get 3 months off like a lot of people believe, but we do get some time to relax and unwind after the stress of AP, PARCC, EOC, ELDA, and every other standardized test we are tortured with by the end of the school year. Here’s how the first week of my summer looked:

Day 1 

Woo Hoo! School is out! No more faculty meetings, no more grade deadlines, no more “wait, we have a test today Mrs. Cockrell?!” I can’t wait to just relax for a while. I’m not going to do anything productive this week. I deserve a break. It’s a beautiful day outside today. I need a tan. I’ll go lay by the pool. The UV index is only at a 3? Well that’s a bummer, but I guess that means I won’t need sunscreen.

I was wrong. I definitely needed sunscreen.

Free tickets to the Third Eye Blind concert tonight? Sweet! Thanks Jess! This will be fun. I’m sure my sunburn won’t bother me.
Are you guys cold? Because I’m radiating heat like the sun over here. There is no comfortable way to sit on the grass with this sunburn covering my entire body. Ridiculous.
Didn’t Third Eye Blind used to be good? Oh well, at least my friends are fun.



Day 2 

Welp, so much for not needing sunscreen. My skin is on FIRE! Way to go, RC. That was not your proudest moment. Now let’s try to get dressed without passing out from the pain. A shower? Yeah, that’s not going to happen. Those falling droplets of fire on my skin can kiss it. Besides, I’m just relaxing today, so who needs a shower? I can curl up on the couch with a cup of coffee and finally read something for my own pleasure instead of for professional development purposes. 

Jake: You know, my buddy at work’s wife is a teacher and she wakes up with him every morning in the summer and makes him a breakfast smoothie before he goes to work.
Me: Oh how wonderful for her. I’ll call Mrs. Cleaver and let her know she’s been one-upped. Now, go to work so I can go back to sleep. I deserve this.

Day 3 

Ok, I might be able to take a shower today without crying out in agony.
Nope. Nevermind. This hurts like hell. But I didn’t shower yesterday so I can’t skip again. I’m bored. Already? That’s not a good sign. I wonder what my family is doing today? My aunt, my cousin, and her kids are still in town from my brother’s wedding last weekend. Maybe we can do something. Oh, they want to go to High Rise? That sounds fun. I haven’t been there yet. A giant warehouse full of trampolines? Yes, please. 

You know, I really didn’t think this through. Yes, it’s fun to jump into a giant pit of foam blocks but those foam blocks are way more abrasive than they look and my sun-burnt legs are not happy with me right now. I’ll stick to the trampolines. I used to be able to do some pretty sweet flips.
Yep. Still got it.

Jake needs me to grab some tennis shoes for him and bring them to the office so he can go play tennis after work with a buddy of his. I’ll be a super awesome wife and do that on the way home from High Rise. He’ll meet me outside so I don’t have to come in with my no-makeup, sweaty self (hey, trampoline jumping is a workout. . .). Oh look he’s just getting back from lunch. Who’s in the car with him? He must’ve had lunch with some co-workers. . .who are now going to see my sun-burnt, no-makeup, sweaty grossness. Fabulous. 

Day 4 

How has my sunburn lasted this long? I never have sunburns that last this long. I’ll brave the shower again but this is going to be a quick in-and-out job. Why am I sore, like, everywhere? Apparently I don’t still have it. Seriously, I can barely move my arms. . . or my legs. . . or my neck. Too many back-handsprings and flips yesterday at the trampoline park. 

Hmm…what do I want to do today? I can read some more of my book. OK, already tired of that. It’s a beautiful day but I’m still too burnt to go hang out by the pool. Netflix marathon? You know, it’s been awhile since I’ve watched Gilmore Girls.

Day 5 

This sunburn is FINALLY gone. I’ve gotta make sure Jake and I are all packed and ready to go to Oklahoma City today for a friend’s wedding. This will be so much fun! My throat hurts a little. Weird. Ibuprofen will take care of that. PARTY IN OKC!! Woohoo! Let’s go!

Sheesh, I have missed my friends. Sangria with lunch? Yes, please. Although, I am starting to feel a bit woozy. And my throat hurts again. I’ll just go back to the hotel and take a nap before the wedding. Then I’ll be ready to go.

OK nap’s over and I feel worse. I think I have a fever. Maybe strep throat? I feel like death warmed over. Stupid kids with their snotty noses in a trampoline warehouse. I’m sure I picked up a bug there. I can’t go to the wedding with a fever. Have fun without me, Jake. I’ll watch HBO in the hotel room. 

Day 6 

Doctor says it’s a bacterial infection. Fabulous. This would happen to kick off my summer. Give me that Z-Pack and let’s nip this thing in the bud. I’ve got things to do. 

Day 7 

Jake is out of town for work. I’m home sick, alone, and the pus pockets on my throat are the size of quarters. Great start to the summer. At least being sick with a sore throat means an excuse to eat lots of ice cream. And not get out of my pajamas all day. 




So, my first week got off to a less than stellar start, BUT the infection is gone. Jake and I just had a wonderful weekend in Phoenix, I’m starting a book club today with some pretty awesome co-workers and friends, and there is plenty more to come. Summer is just getting started. 



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