I was definitely not going to start writing until I got home today, but here I am at school -- last period of the day -- and I couldn't resist.
The SCM just walked right into the corner of a table. I see him do it at least once a week. Starting to write was better than laughing out loud.
I am bad.
He is just so dopey sometimes. He was teaching a poetry workshop in three classes this morning, and wanted to bring our overhead projector with him. Downstairs, in another wing of the school. He asked me before he went if I thought he should bring the projector on its cart.
Uh, yeah. How else would you get it there?
He was going to carry it in his arms like a baby. Sometimes he just does not have the same kind of thought processes as normal people.
Anyway, so I got my evaluation and it was as I expected, brief, nothing wrong with it. I told him I don't sign anything if my name is misspelled on it -- people always misspell my name, as if I got it wrong and they are thoughtfully correcting it for me -- but I signed it when they printed out a corrected copy. What the hell do I care.
I did have fun last period, though. My pal The Other Chai did not hang out with me third period today, when we usually get coffee, so I assumed she was absent, but when I went to my car for something after lunch, I saw her car in the parking lot. So I went looking for her last period, when I knew she didn't have a class, to clarify some details about the field trip I'm going on with her on Monday. I came across her in the faculty room, where I never really go, except for lunch. She was sitting at a big round table with about five other women, all over 50, all the funniest damn women in the school.
What a hoot. I have got to try to arrange to hang out with this crowd more regularly. I haven't laughed so much in this building in ages. (Other than laughing to myself at dopey old you-know-who.)
Well, it's Lost Wednesday, so I guess I wouldn't have had time to write much later anyway, between talking to K and R coming for dinner and the show. A good idea after all.
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