It is Wednesday. I often am confused about the day and today is no exception. But it's not my fault because they changed the teacher's meeting to this afternoon and we usually have those on Tuesday. Hence, it is forgivable that I might think it is Tuesday. It is also understandable if I wish it was Friday but that is the kind of thing that can't be changed by a last minute email from the principal.
Here's your bullet points for this week:
*I was greeted this morning by a frantic fellow staff member.
*Apparently it was the special ed department's day to take notes at the staff meeting but no one else was going due to schedule conflicts.
*I said I'd take the minutes.
*I did not want to take the minutes.
*I've never taken the minutes.
*I don't even read the minutes when someone else takes them.
*Frankly, I'm not sure if I know how to take the minutes.
*Shortly after I arrived at the meeting, the person who asked me to take the minutes came in and sat right next to me.
*Which I thought was rather bold...
*Another person from my department was sitting across the room.
*I took the minutes, but I spelled stuff wrong.
*Best Conversation Of The Week:
Ms. Sheep (to The Stalker Who Has Followed Her Since Fourth Grade And Through Three Different Schools): I'm sorry but you can't stay in the class today while you wait for your bus. I have to take the minutes at the staff meeting because the entire special ed. department has been stricken with some horrific minute-taking allergy.
The Stalker: That's OK. I'll just wait downstairs. Of course, I'll look really stupid sitting there all by myself and that is the sort of thing only candy can cure.
MS: Oh. My. God. You are adorable. Beyond words, I tellya! Plus I'm really happy because I thought you were going to give me crap about this.
TS: (Happily pocketing his candy) I was. Then I realized I could get something out of this.
MS: You make Ms. Sheep so proud. It's like you're my very own son...
Proof of knitting.
*It didn't snow today. That's nice.
*Second Best Conversation Of The Week:
The Great Debater: Ms. Sheep! Ms. Sheep! Hey!!!
Ms. Sheep: Oh, for crying out loud! I was talking to someone else. Every single time I try to...
TGD: Look at my project! Look! Now!!! LookLookLookLook!!!!!!
MS: Wasn't it you who told me just last week that I should leave you alone? I believe your exact words were, "cut the umbilical cord, why dontcha?"
TGD: Yeah. I did. Now look at my project!!!
MS: You need to learn to live without my constant attention. You are going to high school next year. Ms. Sheep will not be going with you. We need some "apart time."
TGD: Nope. Don't see it happening. I'm like your second kidney.
*That sock I'm knitting is very much full of the sparklies. Should make for interesting footwear.
*Glad I bought new clogs.
*Didn't knit at the teacher's meeting since I was so busy taking minutes for all my colleagues who couldn't be there except for the part where they were there.
*The kids in my class are working on a bridge building unit.
*Thus far, I have had a tower of hardcover books crash down upon my knee, been burned by hot glue while holding together popsicle stick trusses and hurt my back hoisting weights upon rickety structures which will not support them ever in this lifetime.
*I am concerned about the recent news from my insurance company regarding rate raises and lowered coverage.
*Fortunately, I received my letter from the school department confirming their intent to rehire me for next year.
*At least I'll have a paycheck to cover the difference when I'm squooshed by a student project.
*I wonder if anyone will notice I'm missing while I'm trapped beneath the balsa wood.
*Probably. They'll be needing someone to take the minutes at the next meeting...
And that's all I can think of for today. Now I must go ice various parts of my bridge-injured body and edit the minutes from the staff meeting so they can go to the principal. And I'd also like some candy, now that I think of it. I should get something out of this, right?