Lettuce

One of my favorite students asked me today if being a teacher was "rewarding." I responded by explaining that I'm terrified to speak in public but do it anyway; that I find it frustrating when most of my students attend class with nothing more than a coffee cup; that the generally low attendance rates drive me up the fucking wall; that my university pays me in pizza coupons and company scrip; but that all things considered, I could be doing worse things with my time.

Now that John McCain is offering me fifty dollars an hour to pick lettuce, though, I may have to re-evaluate all of the above. See you in Arizona.