Brain matter

Since the only person who reads this, so far, is me, I have decided to think of me as my audience.

Ahem... I hope it rains tomorrow. Not just rain, I want lightning too. See if it rains, we will still have a track meet and I will have to serve hot chocolate and Frito pie and hot dogs. If we have lightning early enough, everyone will go home- even me! I have a trip to pack and clean for so I would rather do that than sell junk food to teenagers. So sue me. (Even if you win you'll lose- I don't have any money.)

Thanks to the recent primary in Texas, Hillary is still in the race. I don't care so much which Democrat wins as long as John McCain can beat him/her/it.

Just once I want to hear Hill say "I ran this country before and I can do it again!"

Barak would piss off a bunch of people if he won. Pissed off rednecks are dangerous and stupid. Not only would they shoot someone, they might shoot me!

What would happen if a tv network only played music videos of classic and modern rock and roll? Aren't there enough people who don't like rap and who can speak without swearing and saying 'like' all the time out there who would watch? Count me as one.

Why is candy easy to eat but you have to cut up vegetables or dip them in dressing to make them tasty? Right, God's sense of humor (maybe he' a Brit.)

It's the forth week of Lent and no one has temporarily given me anything. (Keep thinking.)

Work to do. No more emptying my brain on the keyboard.

travel and tests

Two more days and I am away; back home to the only place for which I've ever felt homesick : Paris.

A friend asked me the other day if I had any friends there. I don't. I don't personally know anyone there. I didn't know anyone in Texas when I moved here either.

That was 1994. So much has changed since then; I can't have children, I'm heavier, I'm older, I'm deeper in debt. I have 17 years of teaching experience.

(Photo from ParisDailyPhoto by Eric. )

Some days I hate my job- not the people I work for (now) but some of the annoying things the kids do. I wish they would just SHUT THE HELL UP! Jeremy, Michael and Travis this means YOU!

And today someone stole three dvds out of my mail slot at work. Bastards.

Anyway, tomorrow is TAKS ELA and READING tests. This is a day when we torture students by having them take the 4th or 5th test of this type, this year. This is the one that counts, the one the state has created.

This is part of the cookie cutter of NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND. Each bit of dough is cut with the same cutter. Despite not having enough dough or too much dough, each cookie is to turn out the same.

I'm being tested in my TEFL class. Each lesson I turn in is checked and reviewed. I must say I am doing quite well. Only 14 lessons to go!

Salut!