That reading program is going to kill me. It is the reason that all I’ve had today is junk food.

Isn’t that a great excuse?

I realize that it’s actually really lame, but I do resort to junk food when I’m too tired to deal with getting real meals. I was too tired last night to get the coffee ready for this morning, so that meant a stop a Dunkin’. I can’t JUST get coffee. I HAD to get a vanilla cream donut and a Berry Berry bagel to get me through lunch.

Carb overload anyone??

I found peanut butter in the teacher’s room to top off that bagel. Does that count as a protein? I washed it down with a diet Coke.

In order to get through the freakin’ two-hour reading seminar we decided that we needed some real coffee, so I volunteered to go get it. I couldn’t just get ordinary coffee, I had to get a moccachino. Hard to believe that I even manage to get unhealthy, calorie laden coffee.

When we finally got out of the reading class I was too tired to think about getting out of the car and going to the grocery store to get groceries, so I stopped at a drive through.

Now I don’t know if this drive through is better than going to McDonald’s or not. Instead of an artery clogging Happy Meal I got a fried scallop platter. Now doesn’t that sound like such a healthy choice?

I swear that it’s the stress and depression that this reading course fills me with that makes me turn to junk food.

I should be dead in a month.

Every one of us from my system was moaning about this program. None of us are liking it, all of us are confused and frustrated. I know I’ve been negative all along, as has been my office mate, but now it seems to have spread throughout the ranks.

The poor woman teaching the seminar was fighting a losing battle.

She was teaching us about a part of the program that none of us have any intention of ever getting to, so none of us were paying much attention.

We only have to take the child we’re doing the program with to a certain and then we can test the child to and stop the tutoring. We are all living for that day. We have to have had 60 sessions and be at step 4.2. I’ve had 29 sessions and am at step 2.4. It feels endless.

The fun part of the afternoon was listening to the wise cracks that people were making under their breath whenever we saw something else that we thought was without much purpose. As we got increasingly tired, the cracks became funnier. I love it when people who have quick wits get rolling. Makes time pass much more quickly.

It would have been nice to not have to come home and do paperwork, but that would be asking for too much. I had to score a Math diagnostic that I had given to that child I’ve been testing. The problem is that we don’t have the computer scoring program for this test so I had to do it all by hand.

This is not my forte. I hate trying to figure out how to use the correct tables and get the standard deviations and confidence intervals. It took almost two hours to get through the whole thing, and I’ve yet to start writing the report.

This report is going to have to be very carefully constructed in that the parents of this child can be so scary and mean.

But that will be the task for Friday.

I did waste time on the telephone talking to Dee. Chorus stuff again. I guess there has been a mini-uprising over the new costume that was presented on Tuesday night. People felt as if we were in the "been there, done that" mode and so the director was polling people to get their opinions. The costume presented was apparently almost identical to the costume we had three years ago and HATED. It had a "mother of the bride" kind of look, and none of us wanted to go back to that look again.

I’m glad someone is taking a stand, but I’m sure there will be all sorts of shouting about this.

I’m really not sure that I’m happy to be going back on Saturday. I just plan to keep in mind that I can always leave again if I decide that I can’t stand it.