It’s my early prep time at work, so I head to the lunchroom to get some paperwork done. When I pass through the door the sight on the table stops me cold. A blue container with a sticky note on the lid.
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It’s my early prep time at work, so I head to the lunchroom to get some paperwork done. When I pass through the door the sight on the table stops me cold. A blue container with a sticky note on the lid.
I have a deadline, and several dead lines. 24 weeks of lesson plans due by Friday, even though I’ve submitted at least 20 of them previously, give or take. Progress report grades due this week. Want a new idea for the next week. Barriers to completion:
There’s something harsh about an early morning bus in the city.
The Hermit Cave is dank and deep, but sometimes it takes just a bit more scrubbing to wash the stank out of outside world excusions.
For me, August is nice because, well, my birthday falls in August. And birthdays mean presents, attention, and forgiveable amounts of gluttony. Wait, I get these all year round? So how is August different?
When I tried to buy a PS2 through The Evil Social Networking site, I was offered my friend’s husband’s PS2, which I declined on moral grounds. Soon thereafter, I received an offer from my cousin’s boyfriend, who lives even farther away from town. I accepted.
It snows in April, apparently. Honest to goodness snow, what a horrible thing to wake up to early in the morning before work. This was two weeks ago.
As I was gaming at the store with W–, he asks me a curious question that reeks of Tyler Durden. Do you just teach, he asks. And he doesn’t just ask. There’s an emphasis on JUST as in, Do you JUST teach? (Somewhere Pahlaniuk/Tyler Durden whispers, You are not your job)
There are options this summer. My wife asked if I preferred teaching in the summer, nannying the nephew and niece, or, I don’t know, GAMING AND PAINTING DAY AND NIGHT!