Not sure how the last few days blew past me, but blow they did. Suddenly, it is Wednesday which is odd because I have been thinking it was Wednesday since last Thursday. Weird...but I blame the end of the school year. The schedule is so wonky I can't even figure out where it began, much less ends.
Let's get started with the Wednesday Night Bullet Points and see where we are within this endless time loop. Maybe I'll find a reference point of some kind.
*I am fairly certain that the last thing most people want to hear is whining from someone who is about to get a whole summer vacation.
*I'm not so much complaining as I am pointing out one or two things that make these last few days feel like years.
*Did I mention how crazy the schedule is?
*It is crazy times ten. No one knows what day it is. The 8th graders are done as of tomorrow. The 7th graders will be done on Friday.
*Some of my kids finished up a bit earlier for a variety of reasons.
*Some good. Some not so much...
*The social worker who usually comes on Fridays came today to say his farewells to the 8th graders. That messed me all up.
*He'll be back on "real" Friday and I'll probably have to be hospitalized from the weirdness...
*The 8th graders will all be gone on their big end-of-the-year-cruise-around-some-lake tomorrow.
*I think that's what they are doing. I don't really know anymore...
*I'm losing a lot of kids to the high school as of tomorrow, some of whom I've worked with for a while.
*Let's bid a fond bloggy farewell to:
*The Great Debater (3 year veteran)
*The Kid Who Needs A Nicotine Patch By Noon (3 year veteran)
*And, last but not least, The Stalker (A stunning 5 year run with Dear Old Ms. Sheep)
*It's good to see them moving up in the world, but weird to think that they will be leaving me.
*I don't really have vacation next week.
*Five days of mandatory workshops.
*This would be hard to take except that my per diem rate = a boatload of money.
*And I can knit a sock while I'm pretending great interest in said workshops.
*Did anyone else see Deadliest Catch last night?
*It was the last few minutes that got me. Hard.
*Captain Phil and Jake?
*Seriously. There was a big, crackling crunch right there in my chest. So sad...
*The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty is sitting on my right foot.
*He would like me to start my vacation next week.
*He will have to wait. Then he'll have me all to himself.
*What he doesn't know is that we are starting our vacation with a trip to the vet.
*I have warned them that this won't go well. They do not seem to believe me.
*They suggested a house call if I am so concerned.
*Then we can all sit around watching TV while the AGK hides under the bed.
*And the vet stitches up my face.
*Don't tell him that we are going to the vet. That is the sort of thing we should keep under all our respective hats, 'kay?
*I need to go find something to wear for the 8th grade Promotion Ceremony tomorrow night.
*Can't let the little darlings make the transition from middle to high school with a vision of Ms. Sheep in ratty jeans and flip flops, now can we?
OK. That should just about cover it. I'm in that weird state between Working Sheepie and Vacationing Sheepie. It makes for some scattered thought processes. I should probably go find some appropriate Promotion Ceremony Clothes and let you all go about your business. Hopefully, I'll be able to get back aboard the blogging train more consistently once this pesky job thing gets taken care of. In the meantime, just think of me standing in the middle of my packed up classroom helplessly trying to find the calendar so I can figure out what I am supposed to be doing for the next couple of unidentified days.
That image should tide you over during this time of transition. Or at least amuse you until I can think of something more interesting with which to light up the interwebs...
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