Holy shit it's been a long time since I updated this thing. Turns out, not having access at work really slows the creative process (ie, blogging).

So what's bugging me? What is up in my neck of the woods? Nothing.

My life is really boring. It was once said that most men lead lives of quiet desperation.

Call me El desperado de silencio. I'm at a crossroads of my professional life and it almost always happens this time of year. June. School will be out and I'll be free to teach summer school or pursue my legal career. One or the other.

See, I'm growing tired of dealing with the unmotivated, the ungrateful, and the undisciplined. Teaching 13 year-olds all day tends to make one a little jaded; gives one a jaundiced view of society. I think I see all the ills of the world in the microcosm that is room 14. I've had kids kicked out of school for "huffing" keyboard cleaner. I've had kids with all the potential in the world throw it away so they can repeat the 8th grade and hang with their loser gangster wannabe friends. I've intercepted notes in class that were so explicit, they'd be banned on most porn sites (at least the ones I go to). Yeah, I've had my share of good kids, but they're getting fewer and farther between every year.

In other words, I'm getting kind of tired of this shit.

I definitely want to explore my legal career. I love the law. I love the courtroom. I even love doing research. Only one thing; I hated dealing with clients. They are worse than any 7th grader could ever dream of being. Again, I've had loads of good clients, but it's the immature, "I want my day in court" type of client that bitters my taste for the law. If only I could just make some money without having to deal with idiots; that would rule.

That's probably why I'll stick with teaching until I hit retirement age (sooner than some think). The plan is to stick it out for another 12 to 13 years, then do some criminal law (they pay up front, you get to berate smarmy little D.A. bitches, and if you lose the client can't sue you for malpractice. . . it's a win-win-win situation). Besides, I'll be collecting a fat pension while I sit on my ass waiting for the next drunk, meth using low-life to come through the door proclaiming innocence while insisting the cops made him confess by using mind control tricks and free coffee.

Time to watch "Deal, or No Deal."