I have come to the conclusion that there are more than those Everyone-knows-them-but-no-one-says-them type curse words. These kind are the kind that come up in everyday language and the person that says them may not be aware of the degree of offense that someone else listening might take them.
Such is the case with a little word spelled P-R-O-M.
This year I am the junior class sponsor with another teacher here at school. This sponsorship stuff usually isn't a big deal until it's their junior year, and then a little more work when they are seniors. But, the junior class puts on p^*m for the seniors, and being the sponsors, we are the party planners and chairpeople of every p^*m committee ever invented. It really sucks. Not to mention that you would think that you could get a few parents involved to help take some of the planning and creative burden off of a teacher who is trying to plan this event, while at the same time trying to teach students so that they can pass that other four letter curse word... T-A-K-S.
So, this weekend was spent with 5 junior class girls at my house making invitations to this event, and then we planned centerpieces for the tables, and I think we have enough stuff ordered for decorations, and then we're just going to p-r-a-y from now until April 16th that everything goes smoothly. Oops, another four-letter school mandated curse word. This really sucks.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Friday, March 18, 2005
Not a Good Friday
I learned last night that my school sucks.
Not really, but I am finding out that other schools either get out early next Friday, or just plain don't have school at all. Why don't we? I want to be away from school so that it really can be a Good Friday.
Is there anyone else in the world that has to work on Good Friday besides my husband and his other public service workers?
Not really, but I am finding out that other schools either get out early next Friday, or just plain don't have school at all. Why don't we? I want to be away from school so that it really can be a Good Friday.
Is there anyone else in the world that has to work on Good Friday besides my husband and his other public service workers?
Monday, March 14, 2005
A Case of the Mondays
Today is Monday, and after a long wonderful weekend of doing nothing more than I absolutely had to, I came back to work, only to be missing my watch. Do you know how annoying it is not to have a watch?!? And in my classroom, I purposely set my clock a few minutes off so that my students don't pack up to leave before the bell rings, so that messed me up even more today because I kept forgetting that it was set wrong, and I kept thinking we had a few more minutes and then the bell would ring! Dangit!
I hope my husband found my watch at home today... If not, then I am going to have to find batteries for the other ones that I need batteries for! Argh.... I hate Mondays!
I hope my husband found my watch at home today... If not, then I am going to have to find batteries for the other ones that I need batteries for! Argh.... I hate Mondays!
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Lazy Day
Today is Saturday and I have done NOTHING all day long. But, due to recent adventures lately with my child, I could think of NOTHING better to be doing.
So, we have played ball, chased each other around the floor, and are sharing Ritz crackers and Cheerios. He thinks he wants some of my tea, but he'll just have to have his water instead.
There is NOTHING in the world better than doing absolutely NOTHING with your child all day long!
So, we have played ball, chased each other around the floor, and are sharing Ritz crackers and Cheerios. He thinks he wants some of my tea, but he'll just have to have his water instead.
There is NOTHING in the world better than doing absolutely NOTHING with your child all day long!
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Yankee or Dixie?
In an attempt to keep my mind off of things that bother me, I opened some e-mails from people that I might not usually take the time to look at. In doing so, I have come across a site that deciphers how redneck you really are...
It's called Yankee or Dixie, and I am 81% Dixie.
Just redneck enough...
You try....
It's called Yankee or Dixie, and I am 81% Dixie.
Just redneck enough...
You try....
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