There are two kinds of people...

The ones who walk away from watching the flurry of red celebration with disgust and contempt;

and those who celebrate how far our humble ol' boys got.

Good job, boys.

4 words....

Pisani: What a Darling!

I'm done.

I made it through almost the whole school year as a first year teacher without getting sickly. I think my body is giving in now.

The back of my throat feels like it's closed up tighter than King Tut's tomb. I can't breathe through my nose, because my sinuses are plugged ub too, so I'm slowly suffocating to death.

I called in sick for the first time this year, BUT, I told them I'll be in for lunch time and the afternoon, because I have talent show auditions at noon and a Fine Arts performance tonight at the high school.

I hate being indispensable.


9 more days.....

Come thou swiftly, sweet summer...

Today I was called "Spazo" by a grade six student.

Yep. Spazo.

I guess asking a student to return to her seat and start an assignment warrants this eloquent label of affection.

Especially when said student has an average of 23% in said class.

[Somewhere in space, the faint comments about shallow ends and gene pools are heard...]

Ah, c'est la vie, cherie!


11 more sleeps.


[But who's counting?]