Me:You know those blue books we had for freshman English? The ones with Poseidon on the cover?
Brother: Yeah.
Me: They use those same books at the high school. (where I work)
Brother: So? They used them for me too.
Me:Yeah, but it’s been ten years since I was a freshman. They normally switch out books more often than that.
Brother: How long did you say it’s been?
Me: Ten years.
Brother: Doesn’t that make you feel old?

Today, as I headed to warm up my lunch, I passed by the computer lab portion of our library.  I saw (and heard) two very vocal young men that I know from the health/PE class that I have interpreted for since August and another young man sitting at the computers.  As I passed, one of the two that I know declared to the others (with gestures),”Well, you’re tweedle-dee and you’re tweedle dum.”  Not able to help myself, I asked him,”Well, what does that make you?” Without a beat, he replied.


“I’m tweedle smart.”

The Good: 

• I finally know where the hell I am going in the school. (My student is getting there) 
• I have schedules pretty much straightened out. 
• I have made it to school on time or early every day.  
• I contacted both of my kids’ parents.  
• I’m managing to keep most of the teachers’ names(that I work with) straight. 

The Eh:(Nothing truly bad…just a bit frustrating)

• I am walking all over that damn place. Which, I’m sure, is good for me…but my tootsies hurt.  
• I still haven’t figured out when my planning is going to be.  
• One parent has got back with me every single time that I’ve contacted her.  The other…not so much.  *grumble* 
• I have met only a small portion of the teachers at the school.  I know like TWO of the SPED team by name(there are around 20 of us).  
• I still have no filing cabinet to put my purse in.  

Overall, the good outweighs the other, but I need some of this other stuff to get figured out over the next week or so.  

Had a piece of pit percussion equipment in my car and was trying to return it to Ledford. Some asshole parent started chewing me out for some reason, so I bitched him back out, then ran to my car to bawl my eyes out. Then my mum and I drove home, but stopped at some person’s house that my dad works with. I sat on their couch all upset and someone brought in food.

Woke up, went to the bathroom, went back and fell back to sleep. Dreamt that one of my former coworkers was talking to me about finding out school was canceled because the power was out in our city.

It’s been a crazy night.

Back north of the border for the next several weeks(2 or 3 perhaps). Glad I managed to miss driving in those nasty storms that are getting ready to roll through the Piedmont.

Now it’s time to prepare for work tomorrow. Gotta decide what to wear, what bag to take, etc.

Therefore, you get bullets. 

• Got to school at 8:20 or so.  
• Checked in, discovered I missed the high school new teacher orientation.  
• Wandered around cause I had no clue what to do, since I had no room to go to.  
• The SPED principal showed up and I found her.  Got an office type place, schedules of my kids, etc.  
• Started comparing the girls’ schedules to see if I can wrangle a planning between interpreting for one and observing the other.  (It might just happen!!!)
• Got called to the office-was told to go to the new teacher orientation over at a middle school.  I was confuddled, but I went. 
• Got sent away from that orientation with a lollipop(which I’ve managed to misplace. It’s probably melted in my car) because I went through that crap 2 years ago and didn’t need to be there.  Oh well.  
• Headed back to the high school and generally fooled around and ate lunch…and then messed around some more.  
• Found out that there would be a parent meeting in the auditorium later in the evening, so I went, found my freshman kid and interpreted for her.  
• Left school at 7:00.  
• Decided I didn’t want to have to worry with groceries tomorrow…so went to Wal-Mart.  
• Returned back to the apartment at 8:00. 
• Unpacked groceries, called family. 
• Heated up and ate dinner.  
• Uploaded pictures to facebook…or at least tried to.  It’s being a pain in the ass.  

So…yeah.  It’s been quite a day. And as my lappy is dying…I better go. 

Night!

There was a tall man from Cornwall,
Whose length exceeded his bed,
“My body fits on it,
But barely upon it,
There’s no room for my big Cornish head!” 

Is this a limerick?  The kids at school are studying poetry and I kinda want to bring it up to the content area teacher and the inclusion teacher…so would it work?