Knock Me a Kiss

Tap, tap, tap . . . Is this thing on? Mic check . . . one, two . . . one, two.

Ah, remember me? Ava? One-half of this blog? This school year got off to a craptacular start, almost to the point of tears. Please, please don't let this be any indication of the rest of the year because there are 170 more days to go. Our classes are huge - HUGE - and growing every day. In addition, the kids are needier than before and rougher-around-the-edges. Add to that new administration as well as a new team member and you get the perfect storm of back-to-school. Should be an interesting year, to say the least.

How the last two weeks have looked and felt

I actually was to the point of tears  Friday, but only because SK answered the phone when I called Lola and he told me they just started dinner and I try to respect people when they are eating dinner. However, I wanted to vent to someone, and I already used up Betty's ears. See what you missed, sister dear?

How I would like the rest of the year to look and feel

The weekend has been better (Steelers victory, hot wings, bonehead experiment from the Bro debunked), but the school week looms large. Fingers crossed that it gets better before I truly lose my mind. Even knitting has taken a back seat with school. Normally, there is a dip for the first day or so, but this is extreme. One of my colleagues is having a baby in early October; so far, I have the front done. I told her that as long as she promises not to go early, I promise to have it done in time . . . felt like an ass telling a pregnant woman to hold it in just a little longer. At this rate, Ariann is not going to be done in time for my birthday nor will I be participating much in the Persuasion discussion on Ravelry. The only real highlight of the week was the Flyer buying Springsteen tickets (Cara, I know you will get tickets). He is a huge fan, so this will complete the '80s music triumvirate for us (Duran Duran for me, the Police for us, Bruce for him). All I can think of now is  my college roommate Amy and how we would rock out to "Cadillac Ranch" before a big night out. Yup, we were dorks.

Ava

PS - the Bro's dumb-ass experiment, you ask? Take a piece of card stock (an index card works well) and poke a hole in the center with a thumbtack (or a size 00 needle) and hold it up to your eye. Voila! 20/20 vision without glasses. Granted, you look like a dipshit holding an index card to your eye, looking through a pinhole, but he swears you get perfect vision . . . you don't, by the way.

Comments

[jenifleur]

Dear School,

Please stop being a pain in the ass and be all fun times, new unchewed pencils, fresh neatly stacked notebook paper and spaghettipuke cafeteria stink instead. We need Ava to run with sticks and come out and play with us. Also, please teach children about the differences between the lenses of eyeballs/eyeglasses and holes poked in paper products. Thanking you in advance.

Yours Sincerely,
Jen

[Kirsten]

I hope this week is better than last, and that they only continue to improve as the school year progresses.

[Lola]

Next time, tell SK to put me on the phone! It'll get better. If not, I'll fly my huge belly to PA and start telling kids horrible tales of bad behavior.

[Susan]

I swear, every semester here all I hear from my teaching faculty friends is "god, but this is THE WORST semester yet!" - but every semester they say it.

Sorry to hear that this time you totally meant it & that everyone else around you probably would have agreed!!!!!

:(