Shop Another Day
Finally, I'm home free. It was an easy day at work. Only a few kids were there, and it was basically a matter of just holding them in the room between bells. We didn't do anything educational, even though I had planned something. They were sweet. They had all brought food, and they were sharing it with me and each other. They were giving gifts to each other, and I even got a couple of happy packages myself. One of my big football players even came and hugged me and said Merry Christmas. He's been a tough nut to crack, so I felt like that was monumental.
I love my kids.
I did attend the Christmas "party," though I would hardly call it that. It should be called a "fifty tired teachers crammed into a small space wondering when the hell they're going to start taking our damn orders already."
The fun people sat at the bar. I didn't, but I could hear them. I'm not sure if any lampshades were involved, as the librarian didn't show and I stuck to the unsweet tea. All in all it was a somewhat disappointing event.
One of the math teachers had her 6 month-ish old boy there, and he was a
keyyouuuuuuuuuuuuuteeeeeeee!!! I went and held him, and I swear it made my ovaries tingle.
After work I decided I'd better start Christmas shopping, so I ventured to the wild side of Hattiesburg. I was almost killed several times by crazy drivers, but I survived and managed to get gifts for my niece and nephew as well as something for Tim. I already have my dad's gift and know what I'm getting my mother, but I didn't track one down before I got tired and went home.
To say that I'm tired would be an understatement. I'm going to pass out before 9:00..... again.
My parents' anniversary is today. I think it's their 36th.
I love my kids.
I did attend the Christmas "party," though I would hardly call it that. It should be called a "fifty tired teachers crammed into a small space wondering when the hell they're going to start taking our damn orders already."
The fun people sat at the bar. I didn't, but I could hear them. I'm not sure if any lampshades were involved, as the librarian didn't show and I stuck to the unsweet tea. All in all it was a somewhat disappointing event.
One of the math teachers had her 6 month-ish old boy there, and he was a
keyyouuuuuuuuuuuuuteeeeeeee!!! I went and held him, and I swear it made my ovaries tingle.
After work I decided I'd better start Christmas shopping, so I ventured to the wild side of Hattiesburg. I was almost killed several times by crazy drivers, but I survived and managed to get gifts for my niece and nephew as well as something for Tim. I already have my dad's gift and know what I'm getting my mother, but I didn't track one down before I got tired and went home.
To say that I'm tired would be an understatement. I'm going to pass out before 9:00..... again.
My parents' anniversary is today. I think it's their 36th.
Labels: teacher life
I will second that 'somewhat disappointing event'.
When I was your age, before HH and the young'uns, I was not just a teacher, but also a coach. We had our conference coaches' banquet at a Holiday Inn in Rolla. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Charlie Spoonhauer was the keynote speaker. I would venture to say that a good time was had by all. Around about 11:30 p.m., the staff cut us off from the keg. That was just after my friend's friend, who coached at a neighboring school, asked me if I wanted to go out to his car and give him a BJ. I politely declined. When we left, we drove past his car, and saw that someone had accepted his offer.
It was NOT Charlie Spoonhauer.
Posted by
Hillbilly Mom |
9:40 PM
Eww. Random blowjobs. The "grab bag" of STDs.
Posted by
Mommy Needs a Xanax |
11:30 PM
Always a good time happening at the fabulous Rolla Holiday Inn... but it's not as classy as getting blown at the Stonehenge replica.
Posted by
Stewed Hamm |
6:11 AM