There are times when one needs a Valium, a trip to Fiji, a pitcher of margaritas. Or an independently wealthy benefactor to finance all three. In lieu of these, sometimes, one receives, delivered by a student from another classroom, an envelope containing a purple pen.
There are times when this is enough.
Despite the presence of soul-sucking dementors in my place of employment, I am also surrounded by magical, purple pen-weilding defenders of my sanity. For these fellow warriors, I am so grateful.
I shall also gratefully accept any independently wealthy benefactor who seeks a worthy cause. . .