Things related to that reality thing people are always going on about.
When Hope’s teacher didn’t e-mail me for a couple days, I jumped to the conclusion things were improving. I was wrong. My wonderful child, the delight of my life, and the easiest child ever to teach, has become a seemingly unmanageable hellion, who shrieks for the fun of hurting people’s ears, throws things when asked […]
One week into school, and still astonished at the way people handle important things like registering their child for school. I had a kid come in on Friday, with his 7th grade cousin, to try and register at my school. He lived in another school district, but he wanted to register himself to come to
We’ve been doing registration since Monday. I’ve taken paperwork on some 900 kids, 70 of them completely new to my school, and so needing everything done from scratch. So why are people calling at ten of four (the office closes at 4) on the Thursday before school starts and whining that they need to register
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Shall I sing? The first day back at work went absolutely swimmingly! Hurray! After some initial confusion, of course, but what do you want? It was my first time in my office in nearly two months! I forgot to take a plant back, which was very depressing. I HATE not having green around me! I
I’m up at six, dry run for tomorrow. I meant to start us into the work schedule a week ago, and I did try, but somehow this is the first time I’m actually up when I’m supposed to be. That’s pretty sad, considering all summer I thought I’d be going back to work yesterday. I’d
Hope has touched a rhinoceros, a ball python, and several tortoises. She has ridden a camel, an elephant, and a llama, as well as the more pedestrian, but lovely, ponies. I have pictures of her with a tiger on two separate occasions. She has fed giraffes and been bitten by a zebra. I remind myself
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I’m sick to death of people who mean well. People who never hugged me before Chris died, still need to not hug me. People should not corner the recently bereaved in banks and grocery stores and ask how they are doing. Well, they can, if a polite exchange is all they want, but they should