I had a dream that for the next six months, I was going to lead the hippie life. I was going to make hand sanitizer out of lemons and aloe vera and clean my house with vinegar. I was going to spend my days binge-watching season 1 of everything on Amazon Prime wearing the same mismatched T-shirt and yoga pants that I’d slept in. I was going to put my makeup, nail polish, hair dryer and flat iron on a high shelf. I was even considering growing dreadlocks.
Then my district informed me that starting Thursday, we were to draft a schedule, dress professionally and deliver our instruction online.
The dream is over.