Michigan I-O

Did anyone else have to sing that song in elementary school? I've always had a sneaking suspicion that my principal invented it, so I' m still trying to find out. . .

My colleagues at school are CRAZY. Seriously, they're fifth graders. Except for my Spanish lead teacher, who I LOVE, which is good because otherwise. . .I might shoot myself. And I'm in love with the AP in charge of discipline. Which I may have mentioned, but I'm mentioning it again anyway, because love is a beautiful thing.

I'm going to teaching conferences, eating amazing catered food, and getting paid. Much better than the actual teaching aspect of the job.

Also, my program ends on Friday which means . . .FREEDOM. Which, apparently, also equates to me coming back to Michigan. I want to see lots and lots of people, because I probably won't be home again until Christmas, which means I still won't see many people, since Christmas is family time. So squeeze it in now, people.

Urm. . .that's about it. I get a $1500 check tomorrow, which is good, because I'm as broke as I've been in years. YEARS I tell you.

And. . .that's really all that I have to say. How pathetic. I'm living in the City that Never Sleep, and I have nothing terribly interesting to say. Oh, except that my students got in a fight over whether I look more like J.Lo or Madonna. Apparently those are the only white celebrities the kids know, so I must look like one of them. Which is fine with me, they're both hot.

Also, anyone in A2 want to go to the outlet mall? because I need new clothes like WHOA.

Okay, this time I really am signing off, as I have to get headed off to my LAST TRAINING WORKSHOP. Which will be followed by PARTY. Which will be followed by SLEEP. Which will be followed by MONEY. WHich will be followed by TRAINING AND SCRUMPTIOUS FOOD. Which will be followed by PARTY. WHich will be followed by SLEEP. WHich will be followed by PLANE RIDE HOME.

And if that wasn't the most obnoxious entry ever, I don't know what was.

Hugs and monkeys,
J