Wishing Upon A Star

July 7 -- Venting

This web page stuff is giving me fits. Sometimes I can get the images to appear where they're supposed to, then in another spot...POOF it all disappears and fizzles.

I sit with my handy dandy "Dummies" book in hand, do the same thing as I move from page to page, and NOTHING!!

I'm going to figure this out if it kills me!!

The next person who tells me what an easy job a teacher has gets punched.

I've never taken a summer off in my life. I DO NOT have a two month vacation. I do not make a lot of money.

There was a cartoon in the teacher's room today that showed a Senator talking about what an easy job teachers have, and how over paid we are. The teacher suggests that they pay us the same rate they pay the babysitter.

$5.00/hr x 6hrs = 30.00 x 25 kids = $750 x 180days= 135,000. I'll take it!!

I'm hating my summer school classes.

Only because they've got a mixed age group of kids ranging from 9-14. The older ones are not nice to the younger ones. This is a tough thing to deal with. These younger kids still have a sense of innocence about them that I don't want the older ones to corrupt.

I'm turning into a screamer. I do not want to be a screamer.

Then there was a chorus meeting tonight of the show committee. Plus one, who has no place being there and who keeps trying to tell the rest of us how to live. I've now chaired two other shows (with Dee) and we pretty much have this down to a science - with a few hiccups here and there. So this one is telling us what she wants and how she wants it, and my back is going up further and further.

She'd better knock it off.

I'm getting close to the end of my rope with this crap.

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