I am at the airport. I’m typing this on the infamous iPad. I finally took it out of the box. Then I played around with it. I am now fully committed to it and plan to marry it.
I am flying out to see my twin and her family today!!!! (Except I just learned that our flight is delayed so this could become a long post. Not sure why I’m warning you because if you’re reading this, you already know I tend to be a little long winded.) Our birthday is tomorrow. We are celebrating the 19th anniversary of our 21st birthday. That’s all I’m saying about that.
I was hoping to meet up with some Texan bloggers while I’m out there, but the stars did not align. Instead, the world came crashing down because it was not meant to be. Sob. Hiccup. (A class gift of an iPad and/or saying goodbye to a super sweet class can’t bring me to tears, but a failed blogger meet up may require therapy.) The good thing is that I go to Texas at least once a year so we will try again. Meanwhile, Hadar is happy about this whole situation. I don’t understand why she feels this way. For example, Miss Squirrels is going to be seeing all the girls this week and I am perfectly fine with it. I wish them all the best. I am not hoping for flight delays, bad weather, mistaken identities, food poisoning, pink eye, head lice, or anything of that kind of nature. No way!
I went to school yesterday because I felt like that was the perfect way to start summer vacation.
I organized a little. Or a lot. I threw out a bunch of stuff. Like
worksheets that were so pointless we never used them a mug or two, and some candy, and maybe a dead plant.
We are now not allowed back in until Monday, July 30, which happens to be the week before school starts. I don’t get it because the office and custodial staff will be there most of the summer. And an art program/summer camp/type of thing will be there, too. But heaven forbid I get a jump start on next year. I mean, who do I think I am? Pipe down there, sister, and don’t you dare be prepared for next year ahead of time. We demand stressed out teachers only. Period. You can also be a pull-your-hair-out or run-around-with-your-head-cut-off teacher, but that’s where we draw the line.
This is not a district thing. Other schools in our district let their teachers in.
Do you get to go in over the summer? We were having a big debate about it yesterday.
Because they even took our keys.
All of them.
Even the gate key (the one that helped me be a teeny tiny hero) and our bathroom key!!
Under no circumstances shall I use the bathroom this summer. I am sure they just want us to stay at risk of urinary tract infections whilst on vacation so that our bladders and kidneys and other organs are prepared for the new year. That preparation is okay. But not classroom or curriculum preparation. No siree Bob.
What’s your school policy? Are you with me?? Do you feel my pain???