Mom and I had a blast from the past as we sporting old clogging costumes for the big event. I didn't dare wear this baby to school though. I'll have to dig up a pic of my kilt to show you my SCMS Scottish garb. Normally I have no problem getting all dressed up and school spirited for the little rebels but I'm having a seriously rough go of my job this year. Lack of enthusiasm and all that rot. You'd never understand unless you taught middle school Language Arts. It could bring Hercules to his knees. Did I tell you about the kid who threw a paper airplane at my back last week? I try to keep in mind my glorious students from last year who come down and visit me from the highschool almost everyday. How I miss them. We just survived PTC's this week which went really well other than the fact that we didn't have early out days so I had to work for 13 straight hours for two days in a row. Whatever genius at the school board thought of that one better not cross my path in a dark alley... actually, there are a few other qualms I have to pick with the school board. Sometimes I think the last time they set foot in a classroom was when corporal punishment was still available! Speaking of that, a couple parents gave me permission to use physical force at PTC's this week!
I've been lagging on the blog. Sorry. I've been extremely depressed as of late and overly scheduled. I have had something EVERY night for the past two weeks and it continues until Brazil. Awe- Brazil. The very thought of it gets me to thinking I can cope long enough to make it to our dream vacation. In fact, things have been so stressed, I don't even feel bad about spending BUCO BUCKS to do it right. Hasta.
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