On a more positive note
The school year is almost over! Today will be a normal school day-- or as normal as it can be at this point, anyway. There has been a fight almost every day for the last week. I know that when people picture our school, they imagine that fights break out daily. However, we've only had maybe 4 fights the entire year up until two weeks ago. It's just that time of the year. It gets hot outside and they go nuts.
Anyway, today will be a "normal" day and I think tomorrow is too. Next Monday will be a "normal" day, and that's the last one. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday are MCT days. Friday is May Day. They've got a field day organized with lots of games and booths and activities for the kids. I have been assigned to man the horseshoes. Because I'm really good at handling the students when there are heavy metal objects flying through the air. Another teacher who's at that station with me is an ex-military guy, so maybe he can break someone's trachea if necessary. Actually, Mrs. D told me that she assigned me to that area because nobody likes horseshoes and I won't have to do anything but sit in my lawn chair all day. The dogs ate my good beach chair so I've gotta go buy another one. I think I'll get one with an umbrella. There's a snack shack, so maybe I'll just grab children as they walk by and make them go get me Diet Cokes and chips while I sit on my fat ass with Mr. Army.
The week that follows is the last week. They're supposed to take a 9 weeks test, but I think it's pretty much going to be a breeze. I'm going to give a test, but on the other 4 days they're going to be helping me clean up. There will be food, I hope. The administration has said no parties are allowed, but I don't plan to have a party. I plan to have a plate of brownies and maybe some chips available to children who help clean and pack the room. It's not a party if you're working, right? Right.
My next appointment is the 27th, and I'll be 17 weeks. I think they could possibly do the "big" ultrasound then, even though they like to do it between 18 and 20 weeks. We made our reservations in San Francisco, so I won't be here when it's technically time for my next appointment, which would be late June. Maybe they'll do it this time. I'm gonna call ahead of time and ask, because if they're going to do it I want Tim to come along. I still feel like I'm getting pink vibes.
Hey Hillbilly Mom, you wanna trade one of those boys for a girl? C'mon. It's barely been used.
That reminds me...my kids were reading out loud a few days ago, and when a girl came to the word "c'mon" she read it as "semen." As soon as I heard what she said, I expected the room to explode in laughter, but none of them caught it.
Anyway, today will be a "normal" day and I think tomorrow is too. Next Monday will be a "normal" day, and that's the last one. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday are MCT days. Friday is May Day. They've got a field day organized with lots of games and booths and activities for the kids. I have been assigned to man the horseshoes. Because I'm really good at handling the students when there are heavy metal objects flying through the air. Another teacher who's at that station with me is an ex-military guy, so maybe he can break someone's trachea if necessary. Actually, Mrs. D told me that she assigned me to that area because nobody likes horseshoes and I won't have to do anything but sit in my lawn chair all day. The dogs ate my good beach chair so I've gotta go buy another one. I think I'll get one with an umbrella. There's a snack shack, so maybe I'll just grab children as they walk by and make them go get me Diet Cokes and chips while I sit on my fat ass with Mr. Army.
The week that follows is the last week. They're supposed to take a 9 weeks test, but I think it's pretty much going to be a breeze. I'm going to give a test, but on the other 4 days they're going to be helping me clean up. There will be food, I hope. The administration has said no parties are allowed, but I don't plan to have a party. I plan to have a plate of brownies and maybe some chips available to children who help clean and pack the room. It's not a party if you're working, right? Right.
My next appointment is the 27th, and I'll be 17 weeks. I think they could possibly do the "big" ultrasound then, even though they like to do it between 18 and 20 weeks. We made our reservations in San Francisco, so I won't be here when it's technically time for my next appointment, which would be late June. Maybe they'll do it this time. I'm gonna call ahead of time and ask, because if they're going to do it I want Tim to come along. I still feel like I'm getting pink vibes.
Hey Hillbilly Mom, you wanna trade one of those boys for a girl? C'mon. It's barely been used.
That reminds me...my kids were reading out loud a few days ago, and when a girl came to the word "c'mon" she read it as "semen." As soon as I heard what she said, I expected the room to explode in laughter, but none of them caught it.
I don't think I will be able to trade a boy for a girl. I need the #1 son to straighten out my computer problems and program my phone. The Pony is a comfort to me, and will be the one pushing my wheelchair and oxygen tank through the casino in my old age. There is still a running argument on which one will trim my toenails.
Posted by
Hillbilly Mom |
10:44 PM
I understand. You have spent a lot of time training them. Perhaps I can train a girl to not be as whiny as girls tend to be.
Posted by
Mommy Needs a Xanax |
6:31 AM