Mish Mash
My friend DK is in town tomorrow, she hasn't been here since I bought my house. I am excited for her to see where I live. Plus, she promised she would bring her needles and so I will hopefully get my usual accupunture treatment from her. There are many reasons why I wish we lived in the same city: she is an incredibly reliable friend, she and I take terrific walks together, and of course regular accupunture treatments for my IBS would be divine. D is also such a great person for reminders on perspective, she maintains fairly simple ideas and talking to her about things always helps me to remember what is important.
Tuesday is the 'last' day of school for me. Then, I will be free, FREEEEEE, until the end of August. It really is mind boggling to think of not having a job for three months, but it seems eerily normal after such a short time. It also gets pretty busy. There are so many projects that get pushed to the side during the hectic school year that I take care of during the summer. It also gets filled up with fun. I feel okay about that since I work as much as a forty hour weeker would in one year, in nine months. This is how I figure: an average work day for me is 7-4:30 with a 25 minute lunch break. 9 hours. I then go home and usually work another 2-3 hours at night. That is four nights a week. Sunday usually would be about 6-7 hours of solid work. That equals about 55-60 hours a week when there are no special projects to grade or chaperoning to do. So when you add all of that up, I work 2,080 in about 34 or 35 weeks instead of the usual 52.
I am wondering: do I write thank you notes for "end of the year teacher gifts"? A couple of really nice gift certificates that I feel guilty not even thanking the families for, but it also seems a bit strange to write to them personally about their gift. I am sure miss manners would say suck it up, so I will.
On the topic of manners, our reply cards asked guests to REPLY by tomorrow. I guess 40 or so people haven't read that part yet. I know it is hard to keep track of that stuff and some people are still waiting to figure their situation out, but it is also about being polite to those planning a wedding - there is enough to do without calling for individual's responses and food choices.
I caught another kid cheating yesterday during my final exam. I have so much proof, yet still the student refused to confess and the parent refused to believe that her child was guilty although he was just turned in for cheating on a test two weeks ago. It is amazing that the kids was actually able to be so convincing, I even started questioning myself until I remembered what I saw and what I found.
Second wedding dress fitting tomorrow. Ten thousand thanks to friend LH for bailing me out. Even though I think I could have done it alone, it would have been pretty sad being amongst the 10 person entourages in the waiting area of the dress shop by myself. That is the part of getting married that makes me feel a bit lonely. I wish for a mom in town instead of guiltily asking a friend for valuable time on a Saturday morning.
Last thought of the evening: double standards make me angrier than just about anything else can. I get riled up about small injustices and this fits into that category. This bugs me especially around sports where it is seen as more "appropriate" for guys to be competitive and vocal. The problem with these mores is that you often know they are occurring but addressing them and holding people accountable for them is the most difficult part. They are often not expressed outloud or directly, because things like "Dude, get your woman under control" are clearly rude, but other comments, meaning exactly the same thing, fly under the radar all the time. Last year at frisbee when I called a foul on another frisbee player and then later in the game called a pick, a guy turned to John (and at least he didn't know that we were dating), he said, "oohhh, she's a mouthy one"- unfortunately I heard it. I can only roll my eyes when I still see this guy now with his uber-passive girlfriend who sits on the side lines and WATCHES his frisbee games.
Tuesday is the 'last' day of school for me. Then, I will be free, FREEEEEE, until the end of August. It really is mind boggling to think of not having a job for three months, but it seems eerily normal after such a short time. It also gets pretty busy. There are so many projects that get pushed to the side during the hectic school year that I take care of during the summer. It also gets filled up with fun. I feel okay about that since I work as much as a forty hour weeker would in one year, in nine months. This is how I figure: an average work day for me is 7-4:30 with a 25 minute lunch break. 9 hours. I then go home and usually work another 2-3 hours at night. That is four nights a week. Sunday usually would be about 6-7 hours of solid work. That equals about 55-60 hours a week when there are no special projects to grade or chaperoning to do. So when you add all of that up, I work 2,080 in about 34 or 35 weeks instead of the usual 52.
I am wondering: do I write thank you notes for "end of the year teacher gifts"? A couple of really nice gift certificates that I feel guilty not even thanking the families for, but it also seems a bit strange to write to them personally about their gift. I am sure miss manners would say suck it up, so I will.
On the topic of manners, our reply cards asked guests to REPLY by tomorrow. I guess 40 or so people haven't read that part yet. I know it is hard to keep track of that stuff and some people are still waiting to figure their situation out, but it is also about being polite to those planning a wedding - there is enough to do without calling for individual's responses and food choices.
I caught another kid cheating yesterday during my final exam. I have so much proof, yet still the student refused to confess and the parent refused to believe that her child was guilty although he was just turned in for cheating on a test two weeks ago. It is amazing that the kids was actually able to be so convincing, I even started questioning myself until I remembered what I saw and what I found.
Second wedding dress fitting tomorrow. Ten thousand thanks to friend LH for bailing me out. Even though I think I could have done it alone, it would have been pretty sad being amongst the 10 person entourages in the waiting area of the dress shop by myself. That is the part of getting married that makes me feel a bit lonely. I wish for a mom in town instead of guiltily asking a friend for valuable time on a Saturday morning.
Last thought of the evening: double standards make me angrier than just about anything else can. I get riled up about small injustices and this fits into that category. This bugs me especially around sports where it is seen as more "appropriate" for guys to be competitive and vocal. The problem with these mores is that you often know they are occurring but addressing them and holding people accountable for them is the most difficult part. They are often not expressed outloud or directly, because things like "Dude, get your woman under control" are clearly rude, but other comments, meaning exactly the same thing, fly under the radar all the time. Last year at frisbee when I called a foul on another frisbee player and then later in the game called a pick, a guy turned to John (and at least he didn't know that we were dating), he said, "oohhh, she's a mouthy one"- unfortunately I heard it. I can only roll my eyes when I still see this guy now with his uber-passive girlfriend who sits on the side lines and WATCHES his frisbee games.
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