The View from Here

The crud going around school finally grabbed me Wednesday and wouldn't turn loose. My nose was running and my eyes were watering so hard, I couldn't write names on conference notes. I could barely give Thursday's ITBS and my AP told me to go home and stay. (When does that ever happen?) I even went to the doctor, got some free drugs (the best kind!) and a doctor's note. HR said that we are only allowed 7 unexcused sick days - we assume they mean the kind of sick day when you wake up and say "I'm sick of work." Not getting caught in that drama, so I got a note, a day to lie around and rest and then both sweet girls show up Friday afternoon. (BrownBear had been on an overnight service field trip and Prep, well, Prep's a college girl.) The sad thing about having a free Thursday night was my total inability to really enjoy it.

Now that I'm able to sit up and think, I have come to realize that the first nine weeks is over; Thanksgiving is six weeks away and all I have to do is get through conference week. Not rocket science, but tedious - we still have to do our report cards by hand. Really? Maybe that should be a consideration for the next superintendent -