After This Week, I Need a Bottle of Wine

This week I administered the end of year test to my fourth graders. In March. Does anyone else see anything wrong with that? End of year? March? Last time I checked I have 12 more weeks remaining in the school year. I am waiting for Wes to come home with wine because after the answers I saw my sweet angels bubbling this week, I need something to take me away from the horror. Did you know that Chihuhau is the capitol of Mexico? Clearly the big red star sitting next to Mexico City on the map was misplaced. I told Wes that I haven't seen so many low kids in one class since I taught second grade fifteen years ago in Texas. Good Gosh. It was one rough week.

Meanwhile, I am contemplating an order from Athleta because I LOVE their athletic wear, and after consuming my second piece of pizza and my fifth giant sugar cookie for dinner tonight, work out clothes are probably something I should consider purchasing. No matter how much I want to, I just can't justify spending $49 on a tank top. The second roll of fat forming on my tummy, though, has a different opinion, and I think it just might push me into a new purchase. I'll buy it all for no other reason than to perpetuate the misconception that I am a dedicated runner. And because there is nothing better to wear on a Saturday morning on the soccer fields.

Now that my wine has arrived, here's to a great weekend and the future delivery of running skirts and tank tops.

The Visitor

For weeks my school prepared for the all important dignitaries expected on Valentines Day. We spent days trying to guess who might be coming to Fort Stewart. Meanwhile...

The floors of the school were waxed not once but twice.

Every wall was decorated with student work.

Pest Control visited on Friday.

The classrooms were given new furniture and bright, colorful rugs.

I got new light bulbs for the lights that have been out for three months.

The cafeteria tables were scrubbed with bleach.

Photography equipment was in place.

Welcome signs were hung.

My three legged desk with the duct tape wrapped around the broken leg was replaced.

All of this, and Mrs. Biden never arrived.

For some reason she found it more important to join Gen Casey in the presentation of Purple Hearts to soldiers who recently returned home and were honored today for their bravery while in Iraq.

I think I can forgive her. Afterall, I got some pretty cool stuff for my classroom, and the soldiers honored today have memories that far surpass anything she could remember about a tour of an elementary school.