For some reason, many people think teachers have it so easy.
Summers off are a blessing for teachers, right? That there are no curriculum revisions, workshops in other cities, setting up classrooms, learning how to teach new classes, lesson planning, learning how to use the new technology given to us, etc. Many think that we get paid regularly throughout the summer to just do nothing.
Today, I had to budget my last check of the school year (yes, it is a bit larger than my usual bi-monthly check, but far from magnificent in its amount). In order to live responsibly throughout my non-teaching months, I try to pay forward all my bills so that I don't have to pay any again until my first check of the school year in mid-August. (Just writing that I won't see any income for twelve weeks is really frightening. Each summer it brings me dread.)
I have the money deposited in my bank and decided it would be best to send money orders or direct transfer from my account rather than checks or using a credit card.
The withdrawal to pay for my rent, my cell phone, my internet/cable, my electric, my gas, my bi-yearly car insurance (Why does insurance cost so much?? And why haven't I moved to a place where I don't need a car?), my AAA, my credit card balance, and my car payments for three months was so large that I almost cried when I wrote out the withdrawal amount on the slip in the bank.
|I felt like I had these sort of stacks|
for a brief moment.
I shoved the money into my front pocket so I could see and feel the large bulging money that barely fit into my tiny pocket. So I could know that for that brief moment between the bank and the post office I felt like a really rich person who just carries stacks on stacks on stacks (man I hate that Soulja Boy song!) of money daily.
I thought I was going to be fine at the post office when I had the money orders made. The lady was really nice. We talked about my hair and how she wants to see what it looks like in certain styles I described to her.
It was friendly banter even as I was telling her the dollar amounts for each of the money orders I needed.
It was friendly banter even as she started printing the first money order.
Then she read the total amount of money I owed. And then I passed her the massive stack from my bulging pocket.
What she gave me back in change was not even enough to buy a fast food value meal.
At that point I took a deep breath and let it out. She said that she always feels really bad giving people change after they pay for large money orders.
At that point I almost cried.
|This is all I have left on my dresser.|
I wish I could turn the smile on
my eraser upside down for effect.
When we finished, like Lauryn said, "I compared myself to Tony Braxton, thought I'd never catch my breath."
I walked over to the post office table in the middle and started filling in money orders and addressing envelopes to be sent to businesses so that I can live the rest of the summer in peace. Well, at least not worrying about whether I have money to pay my bills.
I do have money left that is not being moved over to my do-not-touch-savings. I will, hopefully, not starve. I just have to budget the rest of the summer and make sure that whatever I do with my money is worthwhile.
I guess I won't be going to any celebrations where I have to make it rain. Unless they want it to hail when I throw up coins instead of dollars.