I am bored. Just in case the title of this post didn't give you that idea. My grades are done and put in the system. I have Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone going in the DVD player for the small group of 8th graders in my room. Promotion was this morning, and for a while, I babysat the kids who didn't have good enough behavior to participate. Now I've got some of the good kids just hanging out. Most of the 8th graders went home after promotion with their parents. Those who stayed are just hanging out. My room is almost completely clean. I have a few things to take down from the walls, but that can be done this afternoon and tomorrow. I just had a bathroom break. I had an envelope from Human Resources in my mailbox. I got a pit in my stomach until I read that according to this school district, I am considered "Highly Qualified" in meeting the regulations of the No Child Left Behind Act. Yay me. I should hope so--I majored in music education, I have a credential to teach music, and seven years of teaching music under my belt. Seven years...damn. Time flies, whether you're having any fun or not. Fortunately, I've had a lot of fun with my career--and some bad times--*cough* *cough*Antioch*cough* *cough*. So here I sit. I have seven boys watching Harry Potter, and about 3 1/2 hours left to my work day. I'll do some major cardio after work, then relax at home. Tomorrow is our last student day. Friday is a teacher day. Saturday, it's off to San Francisco for some well-earned fun and relaxation. In the meantime...I'm bored. Good thing I brought my book today. |
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
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Look at it this way: It is ALMOST OVER for the summer. And that, my dear, should keep you going through the boredom. If you catch yourself being bored again, think of shirtless RPattz and the hours should fly by. ;)
When I wrote this blog, I had not yet seen the brilliant beauty of that picture. Oh, hell. Now I have to post it on my blog. :)
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