teachergirl
All teaching, all the time. Except when it's the kids or the husband or the other teachers or the principals or the neighbors or the choir director...
All teaching, all the time. Except when it's the kids or the husband or the other teachers or the principals or the neighbors or the choir director...
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Last Monday! Amen!
Ah, woo hoo!
I'm with you Cupcake!! Fine, rub it in...geeeezzzzzzz!!! But I've only got 9 more days....BWAAAHAHAHHAHAHHA
Running and ducking from Cupcakes flying shoe!!!!
Apparently, Sally, it's not Cupcake's flying shoe we are going to be running and ducking from... and, wow, a girl goes and gets a little trashed after school - no, not Razztinis, just good old fashioned Michelobs in a bottle- and I get a slew of comments. And when did beer in a bottle get to be $4 apiece? Have I been living in a cave?
Debbie: We have a freaking Field Day on Monday, so it is going to be the Monday from Hell. I hate, hate, hate Field Day. Did I tell you that I hate it?
What the hell is Field Day?
Field Day: that hell on earth where the entire school is involved in outdoor games/activities that require me to take them to and from the 22 field events and help them engage in said fun. I don't like it now and didn't like it when I was a kid. I would rather read a book. (or now, I would rather be engaged in the 8 page check-out list necessary to be dismissed from the last teacher work day.)
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