Late Bullets. They're Better Than None...

I am normally somewhat confused when the school year starts. I suddenly become incapable of discerning what day it is. The only one that makes any sense at all is Wednesday because that is the day I do the Wednesday Night Bullet Post. This week, I've done fairly well, though. I knew what day it was all along. Even today.

Now I'm confused again.

Last night was Open House Night at school. It only lasts an hour, but I have to stay until it starts because driving home and turning around to go right back makes little to no sense. What with all sorts of "this" and little bit of "that,"things got away from me and I didn't get to the WNBP. Now I'm going to do it on a Thursday and hope for the best. I'm pretty sure that it won't mess me up too much. Tomorrow is Friday and I always know that day from all the others.

Let's give this TNBP a shot and see where it takes us:

*I had one parent visit me last night.


*That's OK. I have a very small class and all the parents know that they will be calling me and meeting with me umpteen times during the course of the upcoming school year. 


*Hard to blame them for not wanting to drive in on a Wednesday night to do scavenger hunts and hear all about their kids schedules, especially given how complicated they are.


*Virtually indecipherable unless you have to go about them every day.


*Then they are only partially indecipherable.


*I have a meeting tomorrow morning and somehow didn't find a way to fit that into the schedule and I'm one of the people who does it every stupid day...


*Public Service Announcement: I am tired. I am very tired. I am tired of other humans and the start of the school year has forced me to be in contact with many humans who seem to need my constant attention. Please note that I will be locked in my house for the coming weekend and keeping contact with the rest of the world to an absolute minimum.


*Thank you for your understanding and distance. It will benefit both of us in the long run.


*Mostly new kids in the class this year. They are not so bad, really. Even the challenging ones are interesting given that it's all new stuff. Change is good.


*But they are needy. Crazily so. They need to know where all staff are at all times or they cannot function.


*I feel weird telling a 13 year old boy that I need to go to the bathroom and that my having to stop and tell him this is putting us both at risk for extended therapy over the next five years.


*I plan to knit this weekend. I plan to finish something.


*I probably won't finish it, but I like the part where I plan to do so.


*Makes me feel really competent.


*I summoned the will to go buy cat food this afternoon. The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty ran out of his food several days ago.


*He's been eating the very expensive food specially ordered by prescription for the Very Complicated Kitty.


*I'll have to order another case of the very expensive food specially ordered by prescription for the VCK.


*It's all very complicated. 


*I was talking to SIL Sheep earlier tonight.


*She asked if I'd pooped recently.


*I soon realized that she was actually talking to her dog, but it was too late to keep me from wondering if I'd performed the aforementioned action.


*Now it's all I can think about...


*I found this very cool collection of short stories in my Hardly Ever Read Pile Of Books the other day. Can't believe I forgot I had this thing lying around. 


*The Nightmare Factory by Thomas Ligotti. Not my usual fare, but a refreshing change.


*Forward by Poppy Z. Bright. 


*She wrote Lost Souls, among other things. Deep, twisted stuff but kind of brilliant if you're in the mood for it.


*Exquisite Corpse was the very first book I ever bought from Amazon back when doing such things was a new and daring experience.


*You got a free bookmark and I thought that was the very height of sophistication at the time.


*I keep crackers in my classroom for kids who get hungry. I tend to eat them more often than not, but I mean well. I gave some to a starving teen the other day before he expired right then and there on the floor.


*He said, "Gee, you're kind of like the nice grandma who always gives out homemade cookies and pennies on Halloween."


*I am currently deciding which class he is going to fail for this school year. Don't even bother trying to tell me that this is unprofessional because you are wrong.


*His mother didn't come to Open House Night. That is probably for the best...


Well, willya lookit that! It seems that Thursday Night Bullets sound pretty much like the ones that happen on Wednesday. I don't think this is going to result in a radical change of blogging strategies, but it's good to know. Hope that everyone had a pleasant (if bullet point free) Wednesday and survived the lopsided posting this week. If it bothered you, I do apologize.

But look at it this way: you have the weekend to recover!

SA