So it's that time of year again when I get to teach Shakespeare. I know you're a little jealous of me. You're probably thinking, "Wow! It must be amazingly fulfilling to have a job where you indulge yourself every day in the highest level of human artistic achievement!"
The beauty of this is that teaching Shakespeare to high school students isn't difficult; it's liking riding a bike. Except the bike may have a wobbly wheel. And only one handle bar. And you're riding it in a remote mountainous part of Yemen with indecipherable road signs in the slashing, freezing rain. And then you remember this great joke, but upon telling the joke, the Yemenese peasants only stare at you blankly through curtains of unending rain, making you wonder, was that joke ever really funny? And because this is the last push of the year, all you really want to do is take the damn friggin' bike and heft it mightily into the nearest river, find the local Yemenese bar, and drink like Hemingway.
So, like I said, it's that time of year again when I get to model Hemingway. And you're a little jealous of me.