By Jeff Foxworthy ... You get a secret thrill out of laminating things. You can hear 25 voices behind you and know exactly which one belongs to the child out of line. You walk into a store and hear the words, “It’s Ms./Mr. ______ and know you have been spotted. You have 25 people who accidentally call you Mom/Dad at one time or another. You’ve trained yourself to go the bathroom at two distinct times of the day, lunch and planning period. You start saving other people’s trash, because most likely, you can use that toilet paper tube or plastic butter tub for something in the classroom. You believe the Teacher’s Lounge should be equipped with a margarita machine. You want to slap the next person who says, “Must be nice to work 7 to 3 and have summers off.” You believe chocolate is a food group. You can tell if it’s a full moon without ever looking outside. You believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says, “Boy, the kids are sure mellow today.” You feel the urge to talk to strange children and correct their behavior when you are out in public. You think caffeine should be available in intravenous form. You can’t pass the school supply aisle without getting at least 5 items. You ask your friends to use their words and explain if the left hand turn he made was a “good choice” or “bad choice.” You find true beauty in a full can of perfectly sharpened pencils. You are secretly addicted to hand sanitizer. You understand, instantaneously, why a child behaves in a certain way after meeting his/her parents.