Spring Break Broken

Spring break--the time of year when teachers get away from their students. I was really looking forward to spring break.

Sunday I drank a gallon of prep goo for my Monday colonoscopy (and yes, I was looking forward to it. You get drugged and unconscious. And after the preceeding week--I wanted that!). Brilliant sister-in-law went with me, bought me pho with oodles of noodles to eat afterward, and let me sleep it off.

Good news: doc removed 2 benign polyps and no uber-social-conservative politicians were seen (I did ask that he check, Oklahoma legislators being SO CONCERNED about women's health).

Please look at the chart to find the evolution of politicians.

I drove home Tuesday evening. And threw some laundry in and went to bed.
Wednesday I did the rest of the laundry, took mother out to lunch and did her shopping.

Thursday drove back to OKC to pick up the bag I had left. Drove home and took mother out to dinner.

Friday I finished laundry and started my guest blog for The Domestic Pagan's Spring Cleaning series. I also borrowed 2 cat carriers from the vet's and got all 4 of mother's cats vetted. And we stopped by Pick of the Day and went crazy buying plants.

Saturday I took mother to breakfast. Then, since I had the truck, we picked up the plants were bought the previous day--and then some. Spent the rest of the day trying to find organic potting soil, and containers. Got the mints, the tomatoes, basil  and herbs planted by the light of the crescent moon.

Today I dug out a new flowerbed and put in a lilac and a Harry Lauder Walkingstick, 3 hostas, and I am tired. It took over 4 hours, as I had to do it by hand. With a spading fork. And I still need to do the front curb bed.

Popcorn. Soda. Bed.

Solar Flares, Mercury in Retrograde, Vernal Equinox, and Spring Break

Solar Flares

Being a cardinal Earth sign, the intense solar flares not only gave me the heebie-jeebies, but frazzled the nerves to the breaking point. Short tempered, on edge post-menopausal hell bitch and high school freshmen make one horrible mix.

Two weeks ago was the end of the term; spring break starts today. For some reason known only to adolescent minds, school work seems to be optional. I have 87 students, 53 of whom are now making less than 70%.

But that's not all!

Mercury in Retrograde

Monday saw the plumber in my lab because some mental midget thought it amusing to inject a tube of hot glue up one of the faucets.
Monday saw a fire in the girls' restroom because some nicotine addicted mental midget used the feminine hygiene receptacle as an ashtray.
Tuesday saw 3 fistfights outside and a police officer being required to escort one girl everywhere outside the classroom.
Wednesday saw 2 of my students suspended, and a principal had to come over and remove a student from 3rd period who took beaker tongs and grabbed a girl's breast with them.
Thursday saw a boy removed from 1st period and placed in in-school isolation for my class for the rest of the school year and a physical confrontation between a boy and a girl in 3rd period that required two principals to escort them from the room.
Friday was the end of LEGGO week (I have no idea what the acronym means); the student council held a series of activities during and after school to raise money for the local children's shelter. It culminated in a dodge ball tournament final game at an afternoon pep assembly. They did exceed their goal. The total amount raised for the shelter was $11,821.68.

Sometime last week I chipped a tooth. We were also inundated with 3 surveys that had to be completed, IEP meetings, identification of gifted students recommendations, and more superfluous paperwork, ad nauseum.

Monday the 19th is my scheduled colonoscopy. I'm actually looking forward to the drugged bliss that accompanies the procedure.

Vernal Equinox

Tuesday. I should be recovered and at home. I am going to read. And run, weather permitting. I may build a wee fire in the fire pit and sit out in the evening.

Spring Break

I will definitely smudge my class room.