Fourth year is finished. Pretty much sort of. Have to be back on Wednesday to sign off on my students' grades. Everything else is done. I could take some time to move things to my new classroom, assuming it stays where it is (pretty big assumption, that).
Waiting to hear about my re-admission to University of Memphis to take the Advanced version of Aerospace - more flying planes and cool stuff, for free, plus graduate credit toward a new pay-scale. Everything hinges on the university processing my faxes prior to the deadline for registering. Wasn't nice to find out about the class 3 weeks after the admissions closed.
Car is back, well, has been back, from the mechanic. Runs nice, didn't cost quite as much as expected, and he did all the recent recall work, too, saving us a trip to the shop and a day or two of waiting.
From here on in, expect boring posts about weather, exercise, etc. Hopefully there won't be much to stir me up this summer.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Backstabbing, but passively
Last night was the last big-hurrah at school - the annual Diversity Fair. Not that the population is diverse, or even that we study it. But we pay it pretty heavy lip service. Anyhow, at about 6:30 last night, one of the teachers on my team offhandedly mentions that one of the other teachers "may not have gotten a sub" for her three day absence to chaperone a 'field trip' to Saint Louis. A trip that has been planned for over 2 months.
So, I get a list of students yesterday. And then I get told of this possibility. Today, in my box I got a list of students to be put in each homeroom, and a revised schedule of classes. The slacker teacher didn't leave 3 days of work, didn't have the consideration to even write a little note thanking us for doing this for her, or even to mention the possibility to the two teachers staying behind. I pulled a little hissy-fit with the principal, who scrambled up a sub for us.
Turns out, my teammate hadn't even submitted a request for a sub in the system. If she had, and it hadn't been filled, that would be one thing. But to just sit back, knowing it wouldn't be her left holding a bag of shit, she just walked away, screwing the responsible ones. Add to this the fact that the chaperones were all hand-picked friends, who won't hang and supervise the kids (there is a security guard hired for the hall of the hotel), but will just vacation.
Glad I am moving to another team of teachers next year.
So, I get a list of students yesterday. And then I get told of this possibility. Today, in my box I got a list of students to be put in each homeroom, and a revised schedule of classes. The slacker teacher didn't leave 3 days of work, didn't have the consideration to even write a little note thanking us for doing this for her, or even to mention the possibility to the two teachers staying behind. I pulled a little hissy-fit with the principal, who scrambled up a sub for us.
Turns out, my teammate hadn't even submitted a request for a sub in the system. If she had, and it hadn't been filled, that would be one thing. But to just sit back, knowing it wouldn't be her left holding a bag of shit, she just walked away, screwing the responsible ones. Add to this the fact that the chaperones were all hand-picked friends, who won't hang and supervise the kids (there is a security guard hired for the hall of the hotel), but will just vacation.
Glad I am moving to another team of teachers next year.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Two Weeks
That's all that is left of this school year. And even that is deceptive, as three days this week a goodly number of students are off on a class trip to St. Louis, and the following week two days are devoted to final exams (and the Friday will be a day for attendance and that's it). I think I can make it.
Car should be fixed by early this week. Nothing more than the blown gasket, as if that weren't enough. There was a little concern that there were further engine problems, but those didn't bear out.
New York City for the wife and girls looks like the first weekend in June, through the next 2 weeks, at least. No longer than 6/23, though, as there is a date for a sleepaway camp. I am booked to St. Louis for a long weekend (Wed-Sun) during that, too. Six Flags, zoo, touristy things - so I can forget about Memphis however briefly.
Car should be fixed by early this week. Nothing more than the blown gasket, as if that weren't enough. There was a little concern that there were further engine problems, but those didn't bear out.
New York City for the wife and girls looks like the first weekend in June, through the next 2 weeks, at least. No longer than 6/23, though, as there is a date for a sleepaway camp. I am booked to St. Louis for a long weekend (Wed-Sun) during that, too. Six Flags, zoo, touristy things - so I can forget about Memphis however briefly.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
The bad news
Couple of weeks ago, some kind soul decided to redecorate our mailbox in the middle of the night, using a bat or something. In a bit we are off to Lowes to find out if we can replace the mailbox, or if I am going to be out there digging a new hole for a new base, since the metal holding the box on is shattered.
To add to that bit of fun, Thursday my car started running funny. Kind of a jerking shudder during acceleration, as if it might stall. Plus heat indicator was pretty high (as in top of the meter). Got it home, called mechanic. Torrential rain with hail on Friday, so he didn't come look at it. He got jammed up yesterday, but came by today while I was at the movies (Iron Man rocks - even if you don't like Robert Downey Jr., or read the comics, go see it) and gave us the bad news - blown head gasket. First MAJOR repair on it in six years...plus it is the car making the voyage to New York in a month, so we were going to have it totally checked out before that by the same mechanic. Better to blow the head now, then in the middle of a thousand mile trip.
To add to that bit of fun, Thursday my car started running funny. Kind of a jerking shudder during acceleration, as if it might stall. Plus heat indicator was pretty high (as in top of the meter). Got it home, called mechanic. Torrential rain with hail on Friday, so he didn't come look at it. He got jammed up yesterday, but came by today while I was at the movies (Iron Man rocks - even if you don't like Robert Downey Jr., or read the comics, go see it) and gave us the bad news - blown head gasket. First MAJOR repair on it in six years...plus it is the car making the voyage to New York in a month, so we were going to have it totally checked out before that by the same mechanic. Better to blow the head now, then in the middle of a thousand mile trip.
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