Sometimes there is just no other way to describe something. I'm a firm believer in yelling tripe when tripe is served. I just got a big load of tripe dumped on my plate, compliments of my schools district.
As of today, I will have two days to get my classroom unpacked and ready for school to start on the 20th. We received our welcome letters from the district today, and our problem wasn't even acknowledged. I am basically running around the house in a serious rage. The painting is not going well, and there is frankly too much to be done and no time to do it in. Crap seems a pretty mild expletive compared to what I could say, believe me. Right now I would dearly love to sock someone, and I don't particularly care who. It is probably a good idea for me to keep my distance from everyone and everything. Somehow, a rubber room seems like a bloody good idea.
I'm going to drive up to my new school today (they're having registration there). I figure I can at least take a picture of it to use on my classroom blog. Hope I'm not escorted off the premises.
In the midst of all this, thank goodness and Heavenly Father for next door neighbor Jennie. She came over yesterday to help me clean the plant shelves (I think that is what they are called) separating our kitchen and living room. Those living in Eagle Pointe will think "Ah yes. The mega dust catchers." They'll probably also swear. Who thought these would be a good idea? Right now I curse them AND our vaulted ceilings. Why did I ever think these were cool? Didn't I ever foresee the day I would have to paint the ridiculous things? All this makes me especially thankful for Jennie, who crawled up a ladder and crawled onto the top of the plant shelf to scrub it down. What a good neighbor! She doesn't realize how her act of charity probably avoided a murder-suicide (or at least a protracted period of banging one's head against the nearest available hard surface). Good neighbors are priceless!
As of today, I will have two days to get my classroom unpacked and ready for school to start on the 20th. We received our welcome letters from the district today, and our problem wasn't even acknowledged. I am basically running around the house in a serious rage. The painting is not going well, and there is frankly too much to be done and no time to do it in. Crap seems a pretty mild expletive compared to what I could say, believe me. Right now I would dearly love to sock someone, and I don't particularly care who. It is probably a good idea for me to keep my distance from everyone and everything. Somehow, a rubber room seems like a bloody good idea.
I'm going to drive up to my new school today (they're having registration there). I figure I can at least take a picture of it to use on my classroom blog. Hope I'm not escorted off the premises.
In the midst of all this, thank goodness and Heavenly Father for next door neighbor Jennie. She came over yesterday to help me clean the plant shelves (I think that is what they are called) separating our kitchen and living room. Those living in Eagle Pointe will think "Ah yes. The mega dust catchers." They'll probably also swear. Who thought these would be a good idea? Right now I curse them AND our vaulted ceilings. Why did I ever think these were cool? Didn't I ever foresee the day I would have to paint the ridiculous things? All this makes me especially thankful for Jennie, who crawled up a ladder and crawled onto the top of the plant shelf to scrub it down. What a good neighbor! She doesn't realize how her act of charity probably avoided a murder-suicide (or at least a protracted period of banging one's head against the nearest available hard surface). Good neighbors are priceless!
Later - I did go up to my new school and managed to take a photo. It wasn't possible to look at a room though. The building is much lighter inside than Jefferson Elementary ... but seems quite similar. The PTO parents doing registration asked me if I was working in my room. They were shocked when I told them that we aren't going to be allowed in until the 17th.
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