I love my students. Every single sad, spoiled, screwed up and germy one of them. I love them enough to endure dirty chocolate hugs, touching perpetual skin-lickers, holding hands with Miss Fingers-up-the-nose, and putting up with a kid who kicks the table because he doesn’t know how not to. Why is that never enough? Why must I sign a binding contract without any salary information in March when it doesn’t go into effect until August, and when I won’t know my salary until September? Why must it say in my contract that I will “perform any duties the principal may assign”? Why am I told that I have the summer off, but if I don’t spend some time working during the summer the first two weeks of the year are 80-hours long?