Rocking the potty mouth in Canadian highschools, Part Two:
So Thursday after school I went to the gym to make up for skipping it on Wednesday (I know. I'm becoming that girl.) I spent 2 hours doing various things, took a shower, and then took a walk to a nearby convenience store to grab a Diet Coke for the way home. On the way across the street, a car cut me off.
"I have the right of way, jackass," I said (mostly to myself).
Then I heard a voice...
"Hi, Ms. Rocketbride."
Yep. It was one of my students.
"You heard me cursing out a car!" I laughed. "Good for you."
I've been doing fairly well with the FlyLady system so far, although I am only taking tiny Baby Steps right now. Today with the Boy I initiated a house-wide blitz to deal with the rampant gunk that's been clogging up our house. We each spent fifteen minutes cleaning one room of the house (different rooms, so we wouldn't trip over each other), and rotated through the whole house. After 2 hours, the difference was palpable. The hardest part for me is leaving a room after 15 minutes - it's something I need to practice.
My teacher's union initiated a Work-To-Rule Action on Thursday, which means very little for now, except that we're all walking in at 8:10 and leaving sharply at 3:27. (Samuel likes to say that there's a loud sucking noise at 3:27, when we all run out to the parking lot.) Extra-curricular activities can be continued at the teacher's discretion, and we're suspending regular mark reporting. It's kind of invisible so far; the only people who are affected by this action are the teachers, as we can't come in early and set up our day anymore. The logjam before class at the photocopier is incredible. It more or less means that we have to be super-organized and actually use our prep periods for preparation. Philippines
I'm trying to apply FlyLady organization principles to my 2 desks, but I think that's a little ambitious for someone who doesn't even have a proper morning routine.
We had a really good time last night. The Boy accompanied me to Hogsboro in the morning so that he could hang out with the Education Gang after school. We spent 2 solid hours chatting, laughing, and commiserating - we had to tear ourselves away when it was time to move on. Everyone loves the Boy - he's my 1-way ticket to popularity. Of a certain kind...
On Wednesday we had received a call from Sister Silver, asking if we'd like to join her at a Mardi Gras party hosted by Swamperella. Always being up for a good time, we decided to put together some quick costumes and see what all this Cajun stuff was about. I had to do a lot of convincing to get the Boy into my yellow & black striped tights, but once he saw himself as a bee, he put on the silver deelie-boppers and made himself paper wings. I bought a new set of bunny ears and put together an outfit based on the pink PVC skirt Stacy gave me for Christmas. It was very, very worth it, as I was given the first door prize of the night - a pink Swamperella votive candle. Later, when the Boy got confident enough to dance, he was given a yellow version of the same. They were also giving away Wash Away Evil Soap, and the Boy managed to snag some by trading his Mardi Gras beads. We were very, very happy with our swag.
Of course, we weren't the only people who dressed up & won prizes. There were a lot of people there in drag and other cute costumes & masks. At first the dancing was overly couples-oriented (except for a grey-haired woman who danced with a shaker through every song like an elderly female Bez), but soon singles and groups began to weave their way through the waltzing & boogying couples. I danced and danced and danced, with the Boy, with Sister Silver, with a few strangers, and with myself. By the end of the night, everyone from the band on down was like a limp rag. I waved goodbye to everyone I had talked to (and that was a lot - it was just like being home in Nova Gothic), thanked the band, and dragged my bunny butt home. It's probably an abomination for a bee to sleep with a bunny, but that's what happened.
But the best part is that they're playing Stanfest. I already can't wait for the next gig.
And the hare, because he cheweth the cud, but divideth not the hoof; he is unclean unto you.
- Leviticus 11:6
They compassed me about like bees: they are quenched as the fire of thorns: for in the name of the LORD I will destroy them.
- Psalm 118:12
My uncle is dying. More on this when I figure out what I want to say about him.
