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Calgon*, Take Me Away

Major fundraising activity for the fall is over. We raised a bit of money, but not as much as previous years. It was a combination of poor attendance, a limited number of donations and poor student involvement. I’m not sure how to fix it, other than becoming the stressed out freak who verbally attacks students in the hallway about the status of their donation hunt. And let’s be honest, they just lie to me anyways.

Conferences are coming up next week. I’m wondering if “itchy butt”’s parental unit will appear. Finally succumbed to school-wide tradition of offering extra credit to those whose parent/concerned adult makes an appearance. My personal belief is that it won’t make a big difference. The fact that our core english classes are now mixed ability may have an impact on the numbers I actually see, but those parents would have come anyways.

I’m making Thanksgiving dinner for my brother and the kids. The exciting part is that I get to make the stuffing, which means oyster stuffing. Sure it’s a lot of work to cook, but the cook gets to choose the menu. None of that crappy cornbread stuffing or “it’s not sanitary to cook it in the bird” freakiness. It’s been cooking in the bird since they invented bread, it’s not that big of deal. Those are also the people who think butter substitute tastes just as good as the real thing. Anyhoo… back to my point, I get to cook the food, so I get to decide what to make. It’ll be yummy.

The not-so-exciting point is that I have to cook while caring for two small children who cannot stand to be out of the kitchen if I’m in it. I have a kitchen that opens up to the living room, but they MUST be standing next to me or at least pulling crap out of the drawers next me, while I’m cooking. I have constant nightmares about what could happen. Also, for those thinking of buying the kids presents – get a stack of plastic containers and some socks. Real toys are a total waste of money.

I think I may be out of personal days. I’m kinda stunned by this. It’s only November for pete’s sake. What am I going to do come March?

October with no holidays really sucks. It’s been a long six weeks!

*I’ve never actually used Calgon. I may try it after the kids are in college.

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Anonymous said…
Compare the requirements for becoming a school teacher with the requirements for becoming a parent and the problem becomes pretty clear.

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