April vacation really snuck up on me this year. Seriously. One minute I was mourning the end of February break and suddenly...BAM! March had stomped all over me and I was gifted with a spring break in which to recover.
I've already mentioned my whole What The Heck Do You Mean It's May Already!? drama so I don't think I need to go over that again. Suffice it to say, I needed some adjustment time before I got my head around May showing up again all fresh and springy when I was still trying to find the mitten I lost back in November.
Now they tell me it is June. In fact, it is June 'n Then Some. I probably could have figured it out by the sudden number of middle school girls flaunting tank tops that their mothers clearly didn't approve before they left the house that morning. That way I would have had a little time to digest it.
Instead, I get hit full in the face with June and the fact that I suddenly have so very much to do and a classroom full of kids who want nothing more than to find creative ways of preventing me from accomplishing much beyond screaming insightful things like, "For the billionth time, I'm telling you to STOP LOOKING AT HIM!!!!"
I know I whine about time a lot, but its rampant and completely inconsiderate progress just burns me up sometimes....
Here's your bullet points for this week. Rest assured, the I Am So Totally Not A Time Lord theme will prevail.
*Today was Wednesday. I've mentioned Wednesday to you before. I like Wednesday.
*It's the day when I can stop for gas on the way to school without worrying that I will arrive to find kids milling around outside my classroom waiting for me to unlock it so the ritual taking of attendance can begin.
*Instead, I arrive just in time for the first meeting of the day. Or, if I've pumped my gas efficiently, I can make another cup of coffee before going to the meeting.
*Sometimes I even have time to answer an email or two. Perhaps say a heartfelt, "good mornin' to ya" whenever I pass an equally relaxed colleague.
*Wednesday is memorable.
*So why did I tell no fewer than three people that it was Thursday? Insist that it was Thursday, actually...
*It was not Thursday.
*The kids were treated to an assembly today. The band played. The chorus sang. They were pretty good from what I could hear.
*I opted to remain in my classroom with a few of the kids that I knew wouldn't fare well no matter how fine the tunes.
*No assembly should last for two hours. There is nothing so interesting that a two hour assembly is warranted. At least nothing that should be done in a school building.
*On the up side, we didn't have the first two academic blocks of the day due to all the music and moving from point A to point B so that cleared up my morning rather nicely.
*And the Fearsome Foursome I kept with me weren't missed at the group gathering one little bit. In fact, I looked like kind of a hero for taking that little bit of potential mayhem out of the equation.
*Note: I will happily look like a hero if it involves little work on my part. The Fearsome Foursome isn't really so scary if you bribe them with shorter math assignments and computer games.
*I realized something today.
*If I can survive the next couple of weeks plus a few days without getting struck by lightening, winning the lottery or falling into a time vortex, I will be able to legitimately say I have taught for a quarter century.
*However, I'm not sure if that is something to ever say out loud, legitimately or otherwise.
*I suppose it means I might be somewhat closer to retirement, but that situation seems to be spiraling out of control enough that I doubt it.
*At this rate, I will be teaching long enough for cybernetic replacement parts to become readily available to the general public. I will be a rattling collection of loosely matched budget limbs because that is all my insurance will cover.
*I'll be the teacher of the future, complete with a defrost setting and handy cup holder.
*I was absent from school on Monday. I'd been putting off this doctor's appointment for over a month and really couldn't ignore it any longer.
*For the record, when you have to put off doctor's appointments in order to ensure classroom coverage because other people are absent a lot, you don't feel one bit guilty about taking the time off.
*Even if you also decided to call in "sick" last Thursday because you were so tired you couldn't see straight and utterly out of patience with anyone under the age of fifteen.
*It doesn't bother you one little bit.
*The nurse approved my blood pressure and pulse rate then praised the loss of those extra pounds that crept up over the past couple of years.
*"That isn't possible," I said flatly. "I am currently living on candy and gum. The cheap kind. Except for the holiday weekend and then I lived on meat and fried things. What you should be checking me for is scurvy."
*They don't run that test routinely, but she said she'd look into it. I don't think she will, though...
*It was 90 degrees over the weekend. None of us were really prepared for that.
*We all walked around sweaty and confused, wondering why we were so hot.
*Then, a few days later, they were putting up frost warnings.
*So we all walked around in shorts and tube tops, shivering and wondering why the weather gods were hating on us.
*As you might suspect from the overall tone of this post, I did not have the fans out. Nor were my summer clothes unpacked.
*In fact, I was short one fan due to my having taken it to school in order that I might combat The Heating System From Hell That Roasted Us Like Chestnuts All Winter Long.
*I had to go buy a new fan when I was out so desperately "sick" last Thursday.
*By Monday, I really didn't need my new fan. But I did catch on to the way things were going enough to go sandal shopping once I left the doctor's office.
*My absence on Monday was planned well in advance. I left written directions for my substitute.
*The plan for English/Language Arts read, in part, as follows:
Next, you should tell the class that I will be giving them the due dates for their written reports this week. They will look at you blankly and say, "what reports?" Please feel free to roll your eyes on my behalf and let them know I will repeat the entire set of directions regarding this assignment (the ones I gave them two weeks ago) upon my return.
*Sadly, they were unable to procure a sub for me so I doubt if anyone read that. I thought it was pretty good...
*One of the best things about going to the family cookout over the long weekend was chatting with my cousin and learning the dishwasher thing is not my fault.
*Apparently, I am genetically predisposed to vehemently dislike emptying the dishwasher.
*I ran the dishwasher on Monday. My sink is full of dirty dishes that would like to enter the box 'o cleanliness.
*Someday they will get their wish. For now, they can just gaze enviously at the the steel door and wonder what it's like to be the clean dishes that live behind it.
*My hair is wet. And doing strange things. My hair takes time to tame.
*I can either get up at 3:00 in the morning or deal with the worst of it at night.
*I choose the latter.
*Much to the chagrin of the World's Greatest Stylist And Life Coach who wants nothing more than to hack it all off into something more manageable.
*Frankly, shorter doesn't always mean more manageable. Especially if you were blessed with eight billion cowlicks.
*But I imagine it might dry a little faster...
*Last year TWGSALC and I made plans for a day out once school was finished. It was fun.
*And it feels like it was literally a week and a half ago.
*Now we have plans to go do it again and I still haven't rested up from the last one!
Since the doctor told me I have to eat something besides gum and the stylist told me I have to be kinder to my hair, I suppose I should be looking into one or both of those things. It is already 7:30 and I can't even begin to understand how we went from 4:00 to 7:30 in fifteen minutes, but there you go. I'll update you on the reading situation next week. Perhaps I'll have more time then. It seems unlikely, but a girl can wish.
If you need me, I'll just be over here trying to close up my classroom and figure out where I left my comfy sandals. I hear July is lurking somewhere out there and I'd like to be ready for it...
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