Yes, we've chosen our jobs.
Yes, we have decent salaries.
Yes, we have decent benefits.
Yes, we have time off during the summer and around holidays. (Although I am not sure we are paid for those holidays as mentioned in an earlier post)
BUT, we deal with 160 or more of your children on a daily basis. I would not classify a cruise as a vacation. I would classify it as a mental health sick day. Think about how happy you are when it comes time for school to start in the fall. Then think about how much fun it would be to teach middle schoolers all about communism and the fall of the Soviet Union. Think about how much fun it would be to do that when their hormones are raging. Think about having to deal with that during the day and then after they go home you have to deal with the unhappy and ungrateful parents wanting to know why their kid is failing. Then think about lugging home a huge stackful of papers that need to be graded ASAP.
Yes, we know that we are getting into.
Yes, we know it is a crappy job that for some strange reason we love it.
Yes, we are human, and if I have a husband who can only get a week off in January, February, or some other month in the school year and he wants to take me on a cruise, then tough donkey doo-doo. I give enough of my time, energy, and mental anguish to this job and if something comes up like a rare vacation opportunity, my wedding, or the birth of a child, then I have every right to enjoy it as I see fit.