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The Water Club: Atlantic City, New Jersey

If you’ve never visited The Water Club in Atlantic City, New Jersey, then it’s a must-do on your next trip to the Jersey Shore.

My husband and I stayed over for a few days and really enjoyed it.  We even make day trips to the Sunroom for a couple of cocktails and some atmosphere.

The pools are amazing and only open to adults 18 years old or older – for us that’s a BIG part of the appeal.  The rooms are beautiful.  We stayed in a Vista Room which has panoramic water views, well worth the price (weekdays are reasonable but weekends are beaucoup bucks).

The space was very comfortable and large but I did have an issue with the cleaning staff.  Maybe I’m just OCD but I thought the room could have been cleaned a little better during our stay.
The bathrooms are beautiful and fully stocked with Lather bath products and complete with robes and slippers that you can take home (slippers only).

This was our view from our 28th floor Vista Room.

There is so much to do in AC all day and all night long.  Whether you decide to stay in or go out, you’ll have a blast.

Take the Jitney, visit the outlets or the Pier Shops at Caesars, have a first class dinner or lunch on the boardwalk.  Your possibilities are infinite.

Has anyone else been to The Water Club?  I’d love to hear your reactions.

The Sunroom.

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

Why Teachers Need Summers Off

In loco parentis.  Is this really true?  For 185 days we teach, we enlighten and frankly babysit other people’s children.  We can’t beat them (well, in some states you can – maybe I should move there), we are often unable to punish them effectively (there is often no follow-through).  We can’t take their IPODS & cell phones away for any extended period of time.  We can’t ground them.  We can’t even assess book fines without someone whining profusely, then calling administration to complain about the fine – oh and don’t forget checking to see if the others have wiped their asses too.  We can’t even give a quiz, test or exam without some kind of negative brouhaha.

So how the f**** parental are we?  I say, not very.

Many parents need parents.  Maybe they should go back home and remember what they were taught as younggins.  That teachers should be respected not disrespected.  If I came home with a book fine, my parents would not question the teacher, they would pay the fine.  I find it ridiculous and frankly embarrassing that no one is responsible for their own actions anymore.  When does it stop?  Does it ever?

People.  Take responsibility for you own actions.  EVERYONE!

Before becoming a teacher, I never understood why teachers had sick days.  I guess I just figured that you can train your body to be sick only in the off months.  Was I wrong!  Working in a school is like living in a prime germ incubation bubble that is relentless.  If you have a terrible immune system like mine, you’ll be sure to catch EVERYTHING – and I do catch everything.  I welcome the sick days because, frankly, I need them when I’m so ill that I can’t function enough to get out of bed.

Summer is another story.  Summer recharges your batteries.  It refreshes you after be being beaten down all year by students and parents (not all of them) and other powers that be.  By June I’m ready to commit murder, seriously hurt someone or just pick up my purse and leave.  In this current economic environment – not such a good idea.  Mental health days are a must.  A necessary evil so that you keep your job when all your common sense and composure seem to leap out the window and cause you to snap like a twig.

It’s really difficult not to lose your cool when tensions are high and morale is down – the current environment in NJ and elsewhere has not been very teacher-friendly.  Summer is my saviour:  job saviour, people saviour, savior from jail, etc….

By mid-August I’m ready to go back (unless I’m on some fabulous vacation) to work and start off fresh.  I love summer because I can relax, veg or get stuff done around the house.  If you are someone who wants to teach, don’t do it for the vacation time (you won’t survive), do it because you love teaching and you’re not afraid of hard work.

Happy Summer!

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

School’s Out For Summer

It was the last day of school on Thursday (Wednesday for the kids) and my room looks like a bomb went off – the custodians are probably swearing at me as I type.  Not that it’s not always a mess – but it’s worse if that’s possible.

My day started out with a pre-alarm phone call from my husband who had managed to get 2 flat tires on the Garden State Parkway within 5 miles of each other.  AMEX was not an accepted means of payment, so in the middle of my shower I had to dry off and go through a complicated rigmarole to get the bill paid – long distance.  My sinus infection was worse than yesterday and my voice was slowly vanishing.

On Wednesday, my students were revved up all day long fueled by cupcakes, brownies, cookies and candy – to name a few.  So by the time 11th period rolled around, they were through the roof:  climbing on chairs, being sneaky, yelling, jumping around, standing on the desks slapping their asses and trying to hug me.  I had lost all control.  Eleventh period is a tough class to begin with.  There are the hooligans, miscreants, learning-disabled, social-inepts, slugs, over-achievers, under-achievers, wise guys, sweethearts and all-around model students.  It’s a big mixed bag that’s never dull.

Who was suspended last week?  Who is getting suspended?  Who’s in ASP?  Who lost all their books?  Who returned 4 textbooks – and none of them were his?  Who farted?  Who had to pee?  Who’s ass is hanging out?  Who’s creepily hanging around my cove?  Who’s this?  Who’s that?  Who, who, who?  It’s never-ending.

Until the last day of school – when summer begins.  It’s a cooling off period – a battery re-charging of sorts for all involved – teachers, students and parents.  The stress of school/work is gone – at least for 2 months – and then we start anew in September.  That’s the great this about teaching – you always start fresh in September.  Everyone gets a clean slate.

In June everyone has had enough of each other.  Sometimes the mere though of spending another second with someone sends me to a premature breakdown from which I eventually recover after some much-needed absence.  The kids get on my nerves and in many cases the parents are worse.  I find myself disconnecting from everyone:  students, parents and colleagues.

Then there are the sad occasions, that no matter what’s going on in your head, you are there for your kids and friends.  A death, a loss of some kind or perhaps a transfer can trigger your LOVE, KINDNESS and UNDERSTANDING genes that you do possess but carefully tuck away when your crankiness abounds.

Today is my first free day.  I’m already stressed about not receiving any more paychecks until September.  I’m still sick and on antibiotics.  Before I even got down the stairs this morning, I cleaned up vomit and hairball.  The sun is playing peek-a-boo.  I ran out of coffee but luckily found a packet of Starbucks Via in the island cabinet.

My first day of summer vacation has not been a model of perfection so I treated myself to a nice, greasy lunch with Ronny McDo.  I feel better now.

Let the games begin!

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.