Yes, folks, don't bother to check your calendars, it is the dreaded *gasp* week six of school. But first, some writing happies...
Here, here,and here. Now, the interview was fun--and I answered the questions about "Truth" a little differently than I did in the last interview, so that was neat. And as for the others? You may notice the date stamp on them is, well, a little 'previous' to the moment--it's not that I don't get excited about these things (oh, believe me, I TOTALLY do!) it's just that, well, life gets funky in between them, doesn't it?
(Speaking of funky, I went to the optometrists to get sized for new glasses yesterday. When I got there, I realized that instead of going to 1680 East Roseville Parkway, I'd gone to 1660 East Rosevile Parkway, and ended up at Mental Health. Since, uhm, I was heading to optometry because, yanno, I couldn't see that well in the first place, I thought there was a joke here somewhere... couldn't put my finger on it, cause it was squirmy, but, yanno, I can feel it laughing at me, right?)
Oh yeah-- and our daycare provider moved. Now, this would not be a big deal (because she moved in the area) if it were not for the fact that i had just gotten a stern talking to from my principal about skating in by the skin of my ass for four days running. Now the four days running thing was sort of a mix of my own tardiness and a PHENOMENAL run of bad luck--seriously, on one of those days, I left ten minutes earlier, because I was tired of being late, and arrived at work thirty SECONDS earlier, because sometimes, the traffic gods spit on your head as you watch. Anyway, I was totally freaked out, because I had visions of just motoring to the old place and then realizing that I had to go cross town again to drop Squish off, so I wrote all over my arm in permanent marker to remind myself. It worked--but it's been a while since I've done that. I guess the old tricks really ARE the best tricks, right?
My students are still WAY better than last years kids. I've sent two referrals--both of them from kids daring me to send them. I'm like, "Groovy. Get. Out." It's weird how six weeks makes a kid think that my giving instructions is a violation of HIS right to talk. Not sure where that comes from, but I hope I beat it out of my own children before they hit high school, because otherwise I have NOT done my job!
And in other news, Squish's plan for world domination continues apace-- yesterday, her daycare lady told me, "She's a lot of fun at clean-up time. She'll tell us exACTLY what we're supposed to do to clean up. She'll stand in the middle of a room and tell people what to pick up and how to clean the room. She doesn't help. She just supervises."
I nodded my head, understanding completely. "You know," I told Brenda, "she backseat drives."
"That doesn't surprise me even a little," Brenda said dryly. I can't wait until this kid hits public school!
Oh yeah-- and Chicken had her bts night. I got to meet all her teachers, and I was pleased to find that all my predictions came true--Chickens reward for all her hard work to get into the hard classes is that her teachers all have a sense of humor. She's exhausted this year (her schedule is all science and honors English and AP history and Pre-Cal/Trig) but she's also really happy. Her teachers are all rooting for her (because she wasn't tracked, it took them a while to recognize her inner honor student, but I think it's occurred to them that she's sort of kick-ass, and that makes me proud) and, well, her soccer coach has even said that she's smiling a lot more these days. Go Chicken! Mastery of adolescence in progress!
And that leads us to week six... the hardest week... the most exhausting week... I must say it's living up to it's hype, but I'm going to have to leave it at that--otherwise, I'll be late for work!