Leaving You Behind
Chapter 2
On a very sunny Tuesday in June of 1997, I packed up my Rubbermaid boxes in the 1985 Chevy Caprice Station wagon and left my home in Illinois. I had left a note for my parents who were not at home at the time, my dad was volunteering at a local native American site and my mother was at a school administrators academy in the capital city. The note I wrote in short said that I had failed at my attempts to become a real adult in Illinois so I was leaving for Alaska with the hopes of becoming a real adult in the North Woods. We then drove to the capital city ourselves to register the car in his name and to get some supplies from a big box store for our trip. Our plan was to drive straight through. From Illinois to Fargo, North Dakota cross into Canada and take that all the way to White Horse which is just on the other side of the boarder from Alaska. Now mind you this was all pre- 911 and all you needed to cross the boarder was a birth certificate and a valid licence.
We started our trip at around 5pm on a that Tuesday leaving behind us the capital city and by 7:00 am on Wednesday we were crossing the boarder just north of Fargo North Dakota. I was done crying and was ready to start my adventure, on the way to the boarder we found a few roaches in the ashtray and had a celebration about being on the road. Once across the boarder, the country looks much the same as it does down here, rolling farm land and green pastures. By night fall we were half way there. On Thursday morning we stopped here and Jacques called his family.
They wanted to know why I came with him, they wanted to know if we were okay and that my dad was frantically looking for me and that I should call them as soon as he got off the phone with his parents. Now mind you I am 19 years old, so I called home and talked to my old man. I heard fear in his voice, I realized that the past few days or 72 hours had aged him. He was sad I ran, he wished he could have seen my anger and pain. He told me he had felt the same way when he was 19, because he was getting ready to go to war. He told me he loved me and that if I wanted when I got to Alaska that he would wire me money and I could come home. He told me he was sorry and that he was angry, but to BE SAFE, NOT GET MARRIED, and to NOT GET PREGNANT. I promised him that I would be safe, I would not get married, and that I had no plans on getting pregnant. I told him I would call him when we made it to our final destination, Fairbanks, and that I loved him but this was something that I needed to do, for me. He understood, but then told me my mother was in despair and asked how I could ever do this to her? Well, I told him that was easy, she never told me about the cancer and she fought her demons on her own so I guessed I would too!
After three days of driving straight through, we crossed the boarder at Whitehorse in the Yukon on Friday afternoon on our way to Fairbanks. We arrived Friday evening, in Fairbanks to our little cabin in the woods. It looked like a clubhouse, I wished I had pictures of it, I have other pictures but none of the cabin. We went into town to find a laundromat with showers, because we did not stop the entire time while we were on the road to shower, only for gas and to pee. We also needed water and groceries, as this cabin only had electricity.
stay tuned for more, I am nearing the end of my school year and I have been very busy, hopefully summer vacation will bring time for me to write more, it makes me feel so good!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Chapter One cont.
I was doing things in my own time for the first time in my life, although my timing at this point actually sucked. In college I was making very mediocre grades. By the time second semester started in the winter I had moved out of Jane's apartment and was back home living under my parent's roof, with their rules. I was also working at McDonald's. I had alienated myself from all of the boyfriends that I had, and I got involved with a much older guy, who used to be a body builder. He was old enough to be my dad.
Let me just say that I fell for this guy hard. It could have been his awesome music collection, or his awesome drugs, or just that I was pathetic and very lonely, and most of all heartbroken that 'real life' was not really what I expected. I was short on cash, so I pawned a lot of stuff. The only thing I really had to pay for was the car, but when you party and you need gas and cigarettes you sometimes have to make ends meet to keep the car and the insurance. By the time Spring semester was ending, I was fed up with my fast food job, with my parents, with my stupidity when it came to choosing friends and boyfriends, that all I really wanted to do was leave. That is exactly what I did.
I knew that Jacques would be back for a few weeks during the summer to pick up what he needed to live in Alaska, and then he would be driving back up north. What a better adventure than to leave home and go three thousand plus miles away. I just knew that things would be better up north, and that nothing from here would follow me. I dumped the thirty- something guy, quit my job at McDonald's, kissed a girl, and planned my escape. During this time of transition, I seemed happier, I was experimenting with my sexuality, and all the while I was secretly planning my escape in June. I packed tubs and hid them in my closet, I signed up for a credit card just in case, in my mind I was setting things right. I returned all those things that I collected that did not belong to me, like books, and records and the like. I hung out with friends and let them know my plans. When Jacques came back, we planned our trip back. Now mind you his parents were totally cool with him going up north, they had no idea I was going too, and my parents were clueless about my plans until I was almost to Fargo, North Dakota.
I remember so vividily the day we left....
Let me just say that I fell for this guy hard. It could have been his awesome music collection, or his awesome drugs, or just that I was pathetic and very lonely, and most of all heartbroken that 'real life' was not really what I expected. I was short on cash, so I pawned a lot of stuff. The only thing I really had to pay for was the car, but when you party and you need gas and cigarettes you sometimes have to make ends meet to keep the car and the insurance. By the time Spring semester was ending, I was fed up with my fast food job, with my parents, with my stupidity when it came to choosing friends and boyfriends, that all I really wanted to do was leave. That is exactly what I did.
I knew that Jacques would be back for a few weeks during the summer to pick up what he needed to live in Alaska, and then he would be driving back up north. What a better adventure than to leave home and go three thousand plus miles away. I just knew that things would be better up north, and that nothing from here would follow me. I dumped the thirty- something guy, quit my job at McDonald's, kissed a girl, and planned my escape. During this time of transition, I seemed happier, I was experimenting with my sexuality, and all the while I was secretly planning my escape in June. I packed tubs and hid them in my closet, I signed up for a credit card just in case, in my mind I was setting things right. I returned all those things that I collected that did not belong to me, like books, and records and the like. I hung out with friends and let them know my plans. When Jacques came back, we planned our trip back. Now mind you his parents were totally cool with him going up north, they had no idea I was going too, and my parents were clueless about my plans until I was almost to Fargo, North Dakota.
I remember so vividily the day we left....
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Chapter One
I have decided to start my book on my blog. The Anti Hippie told me years ago that writing a book would be very therapeutic.
Wishing for a Pair of Long Underwear
The dream is always the same, I always wake up in a cold sweat and the neck of my sleep-shirt is usually wet with perspiration. I dreamed about him again last night. I dreamed he opened the window and carried the boy off into the night. I dreamed I was there and I could see him. Icould also hear the empty promises he made to the boy, about trips and fun. When I wake up, I usually go upstairs and check on the boy, just to make sure.
Last summer I swore I saw him at the local public pool. I was incognito in my wide brimmed sun-hat and sunglasses, and the boy does not look anything like he did when he was little, when I left. I guess my irrational fear comes from not knowing where in time and space he really is. Is he here, is he there, is he dead, is he alive, or in jail?
The boy is now ten, but this story and his story begin twelve plus years ago, when I actually left for the first time. I had an ex-boyfriend who was going to school in Alaska. Jaques had graduated early from high-school and left for school in January. I was heart broken but I was 2 years his elder and was in college, we agreed breaking up would be the best thing. While he was away in the great northern expanse, I was at home miserable. I had just been forced to move back home with my parents after a failed attempt of living on my own. I lived in an apartment I could not afford, with a friend who was addicted to prescription pain medication. I was also flunking out of college because partying and getting high were so much more enjoyable at that time in my life.
So here I was living at home, with my parents whose marriage was pretty shaky after my mother's solo battle with breast cancer and builing a brand new house, which exceeded it's budget. During the previous summer, my mother un beknownst to me had found out she had breast cancer. I was away a camp as a counselor and only found out because my brother had a big mouth and could not let me leave after the fourth of July knowing that on my birthday she would have a maestoctomy. My mother apparently did not let anyone know about the cancer, she told my dad and I guess my brother, but she did not want to burden me with her news, nor any of her friends. Whom I found out later were really alienated by her behavior. No my mother was very stoic and stayed at the hospital by herself while part of her womanhood was removed. My parents did not tell me about the cancer until after I returned from working at the summer camp. I was hurt to say the least, I was uncomfortable around either one of them. I felt betrayed, which would ultimately lead to my betrayal of them. When I got home from camp that summer, my mother actually asked me if I wanted to see her scar and if I would go bra shopping with her, I was so angry and hurt that I refused.
In my anger I moved out with Jane. Jane was an addict. She saw about 10 doctors, non of whom knew anything about the other. She took prescription medication like it was candy. I was oblivious to this, until years later when I spoke to a mutual friend, after Jane had died. Jane lived the high life, she was the heiress to a family that owned about 15 gas stations. She lived out of her means too, but on the river of denial. Jane was a fun first roommate, she was either passed out on the couch, or wanted to go shopping. She was older, but not a mother figure. We had some good times, but looking back on it now I probably could have saved Jane's life. I was so young and so naive, though.
At this time of transition, I was juggling several boyfriends. I had one in the town where the summer camp was, I had old faithful who would always be there, I had Jacques in the fall before he left, and I had the bar owner with crabs. I am really lucky that crabs were the only STD that I came in contact with during that time of being young and stupid.
Stay tuned for more..... i like it so far
Wishing for a Pair of Long Underwear
The dream is always the same, I always wake up in a cold sweat and the neck of my sleep-shirt is usually wet with perspiration. I dreamed about him again last night. I dreamed he opened the window and carried the boy off into the night. I dreamed I was there and I could see him. Icould also hear the empty promises he made to the boy, about trips and fun. When I wake up, I usually go upstairs and check on the boy, just to make sure.
Last summer I swore I saw him at the local public pool. I was incognito in my wide brimmed sun-hat and sunglasses, and the boy does not look anything like he did when he was little, when I left. I guess my irrational fear comes from not knowing where in time and space he really is. Is he here, is he there, is he dead, is he alive, or in jail?
The boy is now ten, but this story and his story begin twelve plus years ago, when I actually left for the first time. I had an ex-boyfriend who was going to school in Alaska. Jaques had graduated early from high-school and left for school in January. I was heart broken but I was 2 years his elder and was in college, we agreed breaking up would be the best thing. While he was away in the great northern expanse, I was at home miserable. I had just been forced to move back home with my parents after a failed attempt of living on my own. I lived in an apartment I could not afford, with a friend who was addicted to prescription pain medication. I was also flunking out of college because partying and getting high were so much more enjoyable at that time in my life.
So here I was living at home, with my parents whose marriage was pretty shaky after my mother's solo battle with breast cancer and builing a brand new house, which exceeded it's budget. During the previous summer, my mother un beknownst to me had found out she had breast cancer. I was away a camp as a counselor and only found out because my brother had a big mouth and could not let me leave after the fourth of July knowing that on my birthday she would have a maestoctomy. My mother apparently did not let anyone know about the cancer, she told my dad and I guess my brother, but she did not want to burden me with her news, nor any of her friends. Whom I found out later were really alienated by her behavior. No my mother was very stoic and stayed at the hospital by herself while part of her womanhood was removed. My parents did not tell me about the cancer until after I returned from working at the summer camp. I was hurt to say the least, I was uncomfortable around either one of them. I felt betrayed, which would ultimately lead to my betrayal of them. When I got home from camp that summer, my mother actually asked me if I wanted to see her scar and if I would go bra shopping with her, I was so angry and hurt that I refused.
In my anger I moved out with Jane. Jane was an addict. She saw about 10 doctors, non of whom knew anything about the other. She took prescription medication like it was candy. I was oblivious to this, until years later when I spoke to a mutual friend, after Jane had died. Jane lived the high life, she was the heiress to a family that owned about 15 gas stations. She lived out of her means too, but on the river of denial. Jane was a fun first roommate, she was either passed out on the couch, or wanted to go shopping. She was older, but not a mother figure. We had some good times, but looking back on it now I probably could have saved Jane's life. I was so young and so naive, though.
At this time of transition, I was juggling several boyfriends. I had one in the town where the summer camp was, I had old faithful who would always be there, I had Jacques in the fall before he left, and I had the bar owner with crabs. I am really lucky that crabs were the only STD that I came in contact with during that time of being young and stupid.
Stay tuned for more..... i like it so far
Monday, April 13, 2009
Letter to random annoying people I know
Dear Neighbors,
You are very sweet people, you are nice to my kids and my dogs, I cannot really complain about you except that you burned in your yard the same day I had fresh clothes hanging on the line. They were not my boys grubby clothes nor were they dog towels, no they were my good maternity work clothes. Now, I know you were cleaning out your garage but you saw me painstakingly hanging up each item, yet you still set the smelly particle board on fire, the wind caught the smoke and drew it right up to my clean hanging laundry. Now, I would not have minded this at all, because I left the clothes on the line yesterday while celebrating Easter, but in the evening before I could get them down it started to rain, so I had to go out this morning and get wet sopping laundry off of the line and wash it again. Thanks again for being nice to my kids and my dogs, but please before you burn look across the alley at my line and make sure there is nothing hanging on it.
Love, EBM
Dear B and T,
Okay first of all congratulations on the successful transplant. Miss M looks great and I am happy that you will be heading back home today, after 2 long months in Chicago for her recovery. Please remember that you are returning to your mom's house because you quit making house payments and just last week the bank took back your house. Your house which by the way was still full of your stuff, scratch that still full of stuff you borrowed or were given by various family members and friends for wedding gifts and at baby showers. You even left your $1200 wedding dress in the house. WTF? I just want to thank you for the lawn ornaments that I went over and got, and for the like new papasan baby swing that was left to mold in your garage, I cleaned that sucker up and although there are a few stains that lemon juice and the sun could not get out it is as good as new and ready for our new arrival coming in August. Which by the way brings up yet another point, YOU WANT TO HAVE MORE KIDS RIGHT NOW??? Did you not just lose a baby in the summer of '06 and just about lost Miss M? Do you not think you should go in for genetic testing first before you selfishly plan for more kids while you do not have a car and have moved back in with your mother and mother in law??
Oh yeah and one more thing that really pissed me off, YOU GOT i phones? WTF? We looked into i phones which do not have a family plan, which cost money, which once again do I have to remind you YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY!!!!
Well, I am happy that my niece is doing well and I can't wait to see you when you get home and if I do not really talk to you it is because I am biting my tounge trying to keep my freaking mouth shut.
Love to you all,
EBM
You are very sweet people, you are nice to my kids and my dogs, I cannot really complain about you except that you burned in your yard the same day I had fresh clothes hanging on the line. They were not my boys grubby clothes nor were they dog towels, no they were my good maternity work clothes. Now, I know you were cleaning out your garage but you saw me painstakingly hanging up each item, yet you still set the smelly particle board on fire, the wind caught the smoke and drew it right up to my clean hanging laundry. Now, I would not have minded this at all, because I left the clothes on the line yesterday while celebrating Easter, but in the evening before I could get them down it started to rain, so I had to go out this morning and get wet sopping laundry off of the line and wash it again. Thanks again for being nice to my kids and my dogs, but please before you burn look across the alley at my line and make sure there is nothing hanging on it.
Love, EBM
Dear B and T,
Okay first of all congratulations on the successful transplant. Miss M looks great and I am happy that you will be heading back home today, after 2 long months in Chicago for her recovery. Please remember that you are returning to your mom's house because you quit making house payments and just last week the bank took back your house. Your house which by the way was still full of your stuff, scratch that still full of stuff you borrowed or were given by various family members and friends for wedding gifts and at baby showers. You even left your $1200 wedding dress in the house. WTF? I just want to thank you for the lawn ornaments that I went over and got, and for the like new papasan baby swing that was left to mold in your garage, I cleaned that sucker up and although there are a few stains that lemon juice and the sun could not get out it is as good as new and ready for our new arrival coming in August. Which by the way brings up yet another point, YOU WANT TO HAVE MORE KIDS RIGHT NOW??? Did you not just lose a baby in the summer of '06 and just about lost Miss M? Do you not think you should go in for genetic testing first before you selfishly plan for more kids while you do not have a car and have moved back in with your mother and mother in law??
Oh yeah and one more thing that really pissed me off, YOU GOT i phones? WTF? We looked into i phones which do not have a family plan, which cost money, which once again do I have to remind you YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY!!!!
Well, I am happy that my niece is doing well and I can't wait to see you when you get home and if I do not really talk to you it is because I am biting my tounge trying to keep my freaking mouth shut.
Love to you all,
EBM
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Spring Break the non-alcoholic version
So break is almost over and this is when I begin my count down for the end of the school year. I did not really get much accomplished this break, what with chasing around an almost two year old and yelling at the punk who is also known as Eddy.
I did get my craft room organized and we are now able to sit in the game room and watch television. I have several piles for an upcoming yard sale and I half heartedly cleaned my house. For those of you who know me, know that I have ODC and I am factitious about having a clean house, but what is the point?
Why have a neat clean tidy house? I really have begun to let things go and I guess my house is the first thing to go!
On another note, if you ever get a new washing machine and it tells you to use the little bag for little socks and little things, please do so! The new washer was flashing an error code E-13, and I googled it and it said there was a water intake problem. When the Anti-Hippie got home from work in the morning I told him about the E-13 message, he messed with it but told me we would have to call someone to repair it! This was my brand new washer, we just got this in January. It was Saturday but I called places anyway, no one could come out until Tuesday at the earliest. I called Ace repairs and the receptionist told me that she would have her guy call me back because she did not know if they worked on Bosch appliances or not. Well Scott from Ace Repairs, called me back and told me he could come out on Monday, I told him I would see him then. Then Scott called me back and asked if I tried to unplug the washer, so I did. Still the E-13 message. Then Scott called back and asked if I tired to open the door, so I did. Still the E-13 message. Then Scott called back and this time I put him on the phone with the Anti-Hippie and Scott told him about the drain plug which could be plugged with a baby sock.
So the Anti-Hippie went to work taking apart my new washer. We found the drain plug and emptied the washer cookie sheet by cookie sheet into a dish pan, when it was finally emptied, he pulled out this really mutilated looking thing, which used to be a nursing pad. So let this be a lesson to you, if the instructions tell you to use the little mesh bag for smaller items please do so. I now have a working washer without the E-13 error code and a cute little pink mesh bag full of baby socks and breast pads!
To finish off my spring break tomorrow I will be typing some IEPs and making a new schedule for my new students who start on Tuesday. Hope y'all had a great Easter and a livlier spring break!!
I did get my craft room organized and we are now able to sit in the game room and watch television. I have several piles for an upcoming yard sale and I half heartedly cleaned my house. For those of you who know me, know that I have ODC and I am factitious about having a clean house, but what is the point?
Why have a neat clean tidy house? I really have begun to let things go and I guess my house is the first thing to go!
On another note, if you ever get a new washing machine and it tells you to use the little bag for little socks and little things, please do so! The new washer was flashing an error code E-13, and I googled it and it said there was a water intake problem. When the Anti-Hippie got home from work in the morning I told him about the E-13 message, he messed with it but told me we would have to call someone to repair it! This was my brand new washer, we just got this in January. It was Saturday but I called places anyway, no one could come out until Tuesday at the earliest. I called Ace repairs and the receptionist told me that she would have her guy call me back because she did not know if they worked on Bosch appliances or not. Well Scott from Ace Repairs, called me back and told me he could come out on Monday, I told him I would see him then. Then Scott called me back and asked if I tried to unplug the washer, so I did. Still the E-13 message. Then Scott called back and asked if I tired to open the door, so I did. Still the E-13 message. Then Scott called back and this time I put him on the phone with the Anti-Hippie and Scott told him about the drain plug which could be plugged with a baby sock.
So the Anti-Hippie went to work taking apart my new washer. We found the drain plug and emptied the washer cookie sheet by cookie sheet into a dish pan, when it was finally emptied, he pulled out this really mutilated looking thing, which used to be a nursing pad. So let this be a lesson to you, if the instructions tell you to use the little mesh bag for smaller items please do so. I now have a working washer without the E-13 error code and a cute little pink mesh bag full of baby socks and breast pads!
To finish off my spring break tomorrow I will be typing some IEPs and making a new schedule for my new students who start on Tuesday. Hope y'all had a great Easter and a livlier spring break!!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The 'R' Word
Last Friday I got an email from my assistant principal (my boss), asking to see me in her office when I had a minute. Right before I went to lunch I popped down to her office, and she asked me inside and closed the door. She told me she was concerned about something she had heard from two teachers about me. Well, the first thing that came to mind was that I did not tell her I was pregnant. (BTW, that is not her business!) Well, it turns out that these two teachers heard me use the R word in my classroom, once while students were present in the room.
I was in such shock that I could not even think of what to say. I would #1 never use that word in my room while students were present and #2 do not use that word, ever unless I am testing a kid who I feel would meet the qualifications for being retarded. So I sat there in her office with the door shut in total shock and disbelief. I was raised in an very open and loving home where the R word was worse than any cuss word that might slip from your mouth. I went to a local day care center with 2 boys who were, but I knew I should never talk about it and that I should be nice and caring to those 2 boys. I volunteered my high-school service hours in an Early Childhood Special Education Classroom where I met many a student who was, I volunteered at the Macoupin County ARC Camp Good Times Summer camp with many who were, I had a mother who was a special education teacher who taught those who were. I even attended the 10th anniversary of ADA 9 years ago with my own son. I am hurt at such accusations. I am hurt that my fellow colleagues could not come to me and voice their concerns with me in person, I also feel like someone is out to get me.
Well, Saturday a higher being spoke to me. On Saturday a gentleman and his grand kids came to take our fish pond away (another blog, I promise). His name is Bill. Well, Bill brought his big trailer over to pick up all the fish pond equipment, and out of his truck come his grand kids, and Gary. Gary is a down syndrome gentleman whom I worked with for many summers at the ARC camps. He remembered me! He even remembered the baby, who is now 10 year old Eddy. I know that some higher power sent Gary last Saturday to remind me that I am a good person who would never use the r word inappropriately. My boss has yet to meet with me, although I have sent her several emails about wanting to meet with her. I just want to tell her about Gary and myself.
I was in such shock that I could not even think of what to say. I would #1 never use that word in my room while students were present and #2 do not use that word, ever unless I am testing a kid who I feel would meet the qualifications for being retarded. So I sat there in her office with the door shut in total shock and disbelief. I was raised in an very open and loving home where the R word was worse than any cuss word that might slip from your mouth. I went to a local day care center with 2 boys who were, but I knew I should never talk about it and that I should be nice and caring to those 2 boys. I volunteered my high-school service hours in an Early Childhood Special Education Classroom where I met many a student who was, I volunteered at the Macoupin County ARC Camp Good Times Summer camp with many who were, I had a mother who was a special education teacher who taught those who were. I even attended the 10th anniversary of ADA 9 years ago with my own son. I am hurt at such accusations. I am hurt that my fellow colleagues could not come to me and voice their concerns with me in person, I also feel like someone is out to get me.
Well, Saturday a higher being spoke to me. On Saturday a gentleman and his grand kids came to take our fish pond away (another blog, I promise). His name is Bill. Well, Bill brought his big trailer over to pick up all the fish pond equipment, and out of his truck come his grand kids, and Gary. Gary is a down syndrome gentleman whom I worked with for many summers at the ARC camps. He remembered me! He even remembered the baby, who is now 10 year old Eddy. I know that some higher power sent Gary last Saturday to remind me that I am a good person who would never use the r word inappropriately. My boss has yet to meet with me, although I have sent her several emails about wanting to meet with her. I just want to tell her about Gary and myself.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Not now, gotta go, talk to you later
It has been a long ass time since I blogged. I have no excuses except for the craziness of my life. Well we all got over being sick. That was until the 4 eye teeth decided to rupture the poor babe's gums, leaving her full of fever, runny shits, runny nose, no sleep, and now constipation. But,I believe she is milking this for all she is worth, because it means getting Popsicles, getting to nurse again, and getting away with being a complete bossy babe. I digress..
Eddy Haskel on the other hand is heading down the path of juvenile delinquency, he got 3 detentions with in a one week period. #1 was for 3 referrals for talking, served today, #2 was telling Mr. Mc the music teacher that he was not writing the punishment (insubordination) to be served next Thursday, and finally #3 for running in front of his teacher while they walked a block from school to the high school to see the play (being a jackass) to be served in two Thursdays. Eddy also played with some eggs, (vadalisim) and he tried to set the house on fire with a magnifying glass (arson). He cannot receive visitors, play video games, enjoy life, enjoy Legos, or anything for the next few weeks, or until the police come and get him. Instead of a college fund, we are saving money for bail and probably a lawyer.
Mr. Anti-Hippie is managing to piss me off too, yes I know he lives with me and he works a hell of a lot, but that is not an excuse for not having dinner atleast started when I get home, the house atleast picked up (not even dusted or vacumed) just picked up, and that is not an excuses for not having the laundry sorted, instead of piled on my bed or the couch. I know he works hard, but this time of year I am spending 10+ hours at work with all the IEP shit I have to do and all the other paper work that is necessary for my job.
Speaking of which, I really think that I am not cut out for this line of work. I get emails from parents all day long asking what their student's DRA level is, and why it is so low, and if they will be graded on the ISATs, and if I have seen Angelina's agenda, and how Corinne's behavior was, and when can they meet with me, and why did Angelina wear the skirt to school, and on and on and on... oh Did I mention all the Annual Reviews that I have and all the intials that I have and all the transitional plans that I have and all the EDCs that I have, oh yeah and I am pregnant too, and really bitchy.... oh yea and the IEP program kicks you off most of the time during the day, so that is why I stay late, so that I can finish the damned paper work. Well I only have 38 more days left and only 147 more days to be pregnant, atleast the weather is getting nicer.
Well my fair reader (s)? I must go climb into bed and stay on my side, so that he knows that I am still pissed, oh yea then I will have to go pee about 5 times.
Happy Spring
Eddy Haskel on the other hand is heading down the path of juvenile delinquency, he got 3 detentions with in a one week period. #1 was for 3 referrals for talking, served today, #2 was telling Mr. Mc the music teacher that he was not writing the punishment (insubordination) to be served next Thursday, and finally #3 for running in front of his teacher while they walked a block from school to the high school to see the play (being a jackass) to be served in two Thursdays. Eddy also played with some eggs, (vadalisim) and he tried to set the house on fire with a magnifying glass (arson). He cannot receive visitors, play video games, enjoy life, enjoy Legos, or anything for the next few weeks, or until the police come and get him. Instead of a college fund, we are saving money for bail and probably a lawyer.
Mr. Anti-Hippie is managing to piss me off too, yes I know he lives with me and he works a hell of a lot, but that is not an excuse for not having dinner atleast started when I get home, the house atleast picked up (not even dusted or vacumed) just picked up, and that is not an excuses for not having the laundry sorted, instead of piled on my bed or the couch. I know he works hard, but this time of year I am spending 10+ hours at work with all the IEP shit I have to do and all the other paper work that is necessary for my job.
Speaking of which, I really think that I am not cut out for this line of work. I get emails from parents all day long asking what their student's DRA level is, and why it is so low, and if they will be graded on the ISATs, and if I have seen Angelina's agenda, and how Corinne's behavior was, and when can they meet with me, and why did Angelina wear the skirt to school, and on and on and on... oh Did I mention all the Annual Reviews that I have and all the intials that I have and all the transitional plans that I have and all the EDCs that I have, oh yeah and I am pregnant too, and really bitchy.... oh yea and the IEP program kicks you off most of the time during the day, so that is why I stay late, so that I can finish the damned paper work. Well I only have 38 more days left and only 147 more days to be pregnant, atleast the weather is getting nicer.
Well my fair reader (s)? I must go climb into bed and stay on my side, so that he knows that I am still pissed, oh yea then I will have to go pee about 5 times.
Happy Spring
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