OK. I know that sometimes it really is me. As much as I like to think that I'm not the cause of anything that goes awry around me, I suppose the odds aren't in my favor. It is very likely that sometimes I'm partially at fault.
Or wholly and completely at fault. It's probably one of those at least some of the time...
Other times, I can't help but throw my arms up and wave them helplessly about whilst shouting, "Hey, is it just me or is this an utterly stupid way of going about this?????"
Point of fact: When you say, "is it just me" what you really mean is "this is so frickin' obvious that Me, all my friends and anyone within a ten mile radius can see the problem here."
With that in mind, let's take a stab at this week's Wednesday Night Bullet Post:
*I can't believe it is Wednesday. Is it just me, or is this week moving along kind of rapidly?
*Long weekends will do that. I love long weekends.
*They are longer than the average weekend and they make the following work week move along kind of rapidly.
*I thought I had another refill on The Very Complicated Kitty's medication.
*His Happy Pills
*AKA: The Pills That Make Life Around The Manse Bearable And Keep Him From Trying To Dig Through The Walls.
*I did not have another refill. I also ran out of Happy Pills.
*Let me give you a mental picture.
*Fat Siamese running around in search of something he will never find, pausing only to tackle his brother, nip at his own tail and tell me stuff.
*Cats without Happy Pills are very fond of telling you stuff.
*"Hey. Hey. Hey. Mom. I wanna tell you something. It's wicked important. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. This time I really, really have to tell you something!!!"
*Eventually, I have to stop and listen. I'm only human. But he never remembers what he wanted to tell me.
*He will need to dart off, bowl the Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty off his feet a couple of times and then go gnaw on the fan in the back bedroom for a while before it comes to him.
*Then we start back at the beginning.
*I ended up having to go out shopping on Monday, spending money I didn't really have, just to get out of the house.
*I now have four new bras and a mini cupcake maker.
*I also have an emergency prescription for Happy Pills and will be taking half of Friday off from work to visit the vet for annual kitty physicals.
*The immediate need for this appointment means that we cannot see the Cat Whisperer.
*I have not told The AGK yet.
*The AGK is partial to the Cat Whisperer.
*He is not partial to Anyone Else.
*And I'm almost looking forward to what happens when Anyone Else tries to trim his claws.
*I can't even trim his claws. I don't see how Anyone Else thinks they are going to do it.
*And yet, somehow, The Cat Whisperer manages it handily.
*We will not be telling the AGK that he isn't going to see his girlfriend this time around.
*And that isn't just me. I really do mean WE.
*Mum's the word, people.
*I didn't blog last week. I didn't forget. I know what I didn't do.
*Due to a convoluted series of errors, one of which I admit was mine but the rest of which were not, I found myself doing a massive amount of paperwork last Wednesday.
*Multiple individuals were involved in this calamity of errors.
*But none of them were at home trying to complete this mountain of paperwork.
*That was just me.
*And, in my defense, I did mention that this mound of paperwork was due soon. I further reminded certain individuals that I could not begin that mound of paperwork unless one more piece of paper was added to the pile.
*It was kind of a key piece of paper.
*Meanwhile, others could have been churning out their own bits of paper and we wouldn't have ended up in this pickle.
*I say, "we." But it wasn't really, "we."
*I ended up not taking the blame for the debacle, but still ended up trucking home more paper than any one forest could have produced.
*All this was distilled into one final document and sent to my director at 9:00 Wednesday evening.
*With a few terse, but respectful, suggestions for how we might handle this situation in the future.
*Step One: I don't have to go to staff meetings tomorrow morning. I can begin slogging through the other mounds of paperwork I have waiting for me, most of which are well beyond the mandated due dates for completion.
*I know it's just me who has an overflowing caseload with a minimum of staff to manage the situation.
*Most people who do what I do have a plethora of staff.
*I was personally told of one program that literally has one staff person per student.
*I do not. I have two staff people who are trying to cover the support needs in three classrooms while I make up the difference.
*I do not have time to slog through mounds of paperwork. I mean this in the most literal sense possible.
*Yesterday, the new Mr. Assistant Principal suggested that I reassign one of my staff to provide coverage for a single student.
*I did that thing where you kind of laugh and cry at the same time.
*Then I explained the situation. Like how, if a student's individual education program dictates he or she have support in certain classrooms, I can't just not do it. Even if there is one student who isn't behaving very well right now. As things stand, my staff and I are only barely able to be where we need to be and do what we need to do.
*I further explained that I am currently teaching between one and three subjects at the same time during a single class period and that none of the students currently on my caseload are capable of working independently.
*I am doing this three out of four periods per day and spending the fourth assisting students with their Health projects.
*I finally offered up that the student in question might already be getting a lot of attention since he is in my classroom all day and that he doesn't go to any other rooms. Short of adopting him and taking him home with me at the end of the day, I honestly don't think I can spend another minute with him.
*The new Mr. Assistant Principal now talks to me in a very soft voice and says very encouraging things. Gently. Kind of like how you'd approach the VCK when he doesn't have his Happy Pills.
*He also doesn't come within five feet of me. Which is probably for the best.
*Today he asked me if my Director was aware of this situation.
*I don't know. I do know she is currently out of town and that I can't ask her where she stands on the awareness scale.
*I ended today spending over an hour arguing with a student who stubbornly insisted that Freedom of Choice means he doesn't have to do the work I assigned for the day and that I should be reported to the school department for this flagrant violation of his rights.
*He didn't seem impressed when I pointed out that my choices in the matter might count for something or that his current behavioral choice was making several other students question their choice to NOT put a trash can over his head.
*I'm starting to wonder if maybe that mini cupcake maker was a subconscious sort of purchase.
*The kind you make when, deep down, you know you really need to be eating more mini cupcakes.
*And then find a machine that makes them at half price...
*Tip: The mini cupcake maker only produces six cupcakes at a time. No one needs more than six mini cupcakes floating around the house at one time. That is dangerous. But you can mix up a bunch of batter, keep it in the fridge for use as needed.
*That is a good tip. In case you were wondering how I was managing all the mini cupcakes.
*Oh and here's another tip, one that I know others have already discovered. This is really not a "just me" kind of thing.
*If you haven't read The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, you are missing something.
*Even if you don't care one whit about vampires, this book is haunting.
*It is really hard to connect with any of the characters, but I think that is a big part of it.
*Each and every one of them is fully developed, totally fleshed out.
*And, as such, they aren't all very likeable. They are flawed.
*And yet, even as you resign yourself to their ultimate fate, you can't help but root for them just a little bit.
*Or mourn when one of them makes a bad choice. Even the really, really flawed characters.
*I listened to the audio version, but the print offering would clearly be just as awesome.
OK. The scents wafting from the kitchen tell me that I might have some chicken ready to come out of the oven. And, if the scents weren't doing it, the AGK prancing between the living room at the kitchen would probably serve as a strong hint. I'm going to wrap this up.
Sometimes it's just me. Other times it's me saying, "is it just me..." when I know it's really everybody. And still other times, it's just me floundering about in a mound of paperwork or slogging through an endless logic loop when I'm pretty sure I should be doing something else.
Is it just me, or are all those things starting to blur together just a bit?
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