I want to wake up my baby. I want him to sleep, but I miss him. Tomorrow I'm back at work with my (now) 23 students who all have spring fever and no desire to finish state testing (which I have now dreamt about three nights out of the last 6--once on computers, once while eating raw liver, and once in Spanish). I can't say I blame them. It has been officially announced to the staff that I'm not going back next year. And while the district I most want to hear from hasn't called me, I'm kind of tempted to give up on working and live off the government.