This class is required by the state of Massachusetts if I have any English Language Learners in my class, which I do. Initially I have a choice: Take the course on the state's dime and waste forty-plus hours of my life, or pay decent money to attempt to pass the test, re-paying every time I have to re-take it.
Good news: Once I finish this course (and pass it), I do not have to take the exam to be certified. I will already be certified ... or certifiable.
Bad news: Hours and hours and hours of my life that I shall never reclaim.
Tonight I write yet another paper for this state-mandated course.
Look, I'm a writer; that's what I do; it's who I am. So, why do I keep having points taken off my final average?
Guess what?
I ... GIVE ... UP.
You want to know how much I care right now? I did NOT proofread my homework submission.
I'm fighting off fatigue; I'm fighting off boredom; I'm fighting for my sanity; I'm fighting for my life back.
Hurry up, class. Hurry up and be over. When Friday night is spent locked in my house doing massive amounts of (un)necessary paperwork, you can be certain that my homework is holding me hostage. Save me ... SAVE ME.
I surrender.
