Our spring break was way early this year. I am already back to getting up at five and grousing about the latest IST blunder (a total update from Windows XP to Win7 while we are on break, and no testing to see if everything still works?)  and you guys are all probably on vacation.

That’s OK because, as much as I love them, need them, and count down to them–47 school days until summer– long vacations make me lazy. Although I do like the naps.

Mrs. M, one of my longest-suffering readers, rhetorically asked how long it might take for me to get to another 400 posts.

1) The first 400 have taken 4 3/4 years. I started this here blog in the fall of 2008. Whoa. You say 2008, and it seems like just a year or two ago, and then you do the math. Whoa. That was almost 5 years ago. Those kids I blogged about then are out of high school now. At least one tells me he still drops in to see if I write about him any more.

2) At the rate I have been posting lately, it might take another 10 years to get to 800.

3) Will there be such a thing as blogs in 10 years? Or will facebook have swallowed the whole entire internet by then? (Still proudly not a member, thank you very much.)

4) Will I still be teaching then? Duh. See above. I think I have said it here before: I plan on going out in front of the kids. Flip them out one last time. “Dagnabbit Jimmy, I oughta…(clutches chest) take this here stick and (staggers backward a la Fred G. Sanford) and… aaargh…” I plan on even assigning homework as I go: “Due…(ouch)…Friday…(ooh)… you can turn it in to the sub…(ow)…don’t think I won’t check.” And…out.

5) In 10 years I will be 61. The kids start talking about their grandpas when I say that. Luckily most of them don’t believe me.

6) This here English teacher went 63 years, until she was NINETY-FOUR (94). Her former students range from 18-66. SIXTY-SIX! Three generations. And she kicked **s:

“Our experiences were the same: you entered Momma G’s class with a combination of excitement and dread,” Mills recalled. “That’s because you knew she was tough and you were in for loads of reading and writing — and 80 new vocabulary words a week.

“She’d toss a Cheerio at any student who said something stupid or wasn’t paying attention in class,” Mills added. “She wore a red plastic fireman’s hat and declared ‘I’m on fire today!’ when teaching something that she felt was red hot.”

“You couldn’t skate in Rose’s class,” agreed Richard Wilken, 66, a dyslexic who struggled through Gilbert’s reading improvement class. “But she brought out the best in us,” added Wilken, who graduated in 1964 and went on to become an architect.

…Only a few years ago, the grandmother of seven was leading three advanced placement classes and one honors class each week, and coaching Academic Decathlon participants.

Notice the emphasis on vocabulary! Go Momma G!

She would be my idol…except for the fact that she wimped out and retired. I can’t believe she didn’t go for 100.

At 94 I will have taught for 66 years.

It’s on baby.