Oh My Holy Hell, Part 4

I just checked the calendar. I report for duty in 15 days. Count 'em, people. FIFTEEN days. Personally, I still think there is something wrong with children going to school while the beach is still calling to me in August. Remember my battle with the AC last year? I have already had to call in a request to repair my AC. Blown breaker, people. It is working fine, now, but you know how that goes. I was wearing shorts before it was over last year. And flirting with AC technicians. They knew me by name.

"Howdy, teachergirl. Cool yet?"

Boys, if I were cool, you wouldn't be here.

So, two weeks. Let's party like it's 1999. Or something like that. Maybe I could plan a lesson or two.

Back to School Night

It's back to school night. I have to talk in front of parents. I don't like this - if I'd wanted a corporate job, I'd have one. It also means I have to put on my big girl shoes (OK it really means I have to take off my tennis shoes, but isn't that what you wanted to know?) I have some slackers already, so I wonder if their parents are going to show up, wondering how junior and juniorette are doing. That is always a delicate situation in front of other people. "Great, if you consider not turning in her work a great thing!" Smile and shake hands. Great way to start the year off! Can't wait for progress reports!!!

The Party Is Over

PrepGirl survived her birthday and yesterday. In fact, I survived the three hour wait to get the official Learner's Permit, too. So, it's zoom, zoom, zoom at our house. I can see how this is going to inflate our gas bill.

It is time to go buy BrownBear some uniforms for 6th grade. Like, right now. Before the crowd gets to the bookstore and everything.

And then, I'm off to spend the rest of the governor's money.

And vacation is officially over. So over.