Two "Real" Days of School Left

Today and tomorrow.

Next week, there is no school on Monday due to Memorial Day.  Tuesday, if the weather is nice, the whole school is going to play softball or someting.  (Not my cup of tea, but I will bring a book or something along.  Maybe I can bring my laptop....but it is unlikely anyone around here would have a wireless access that I could slip onto.)  Wednesday will be our school picnic--an all day affair--Thursday will be graduation, and Friday will be "Letter Day." 

I have decided to cut J.P. loose.  He is not living up to his promises.  He is lying to me and trying to manipulate me.  He doesn't OWN his choices.  It is ALWAYS someone else's fault.  Never HIS.  So, even though I still love him dearly--I'm going to tell him he has to make arrangements for something else for next year.  It will break his heart--it's breaking mine--but I have come to the realization that if I do NOT do it, he will never never change.  And he NEEDS to change.  If he doesn't he will not be able to maintain a job as an adult. 

He will be able to reapply after a quarter, when he has shown that he is capable of his ass to school every day.  Perhaps returning to a "regular" school will help him to realize just how sweet it is at R.O.C. and he will get his shit together.

I will miss him terribly.  But, I have to keep in mind that it is for his OWN good.

My knee felt better this morning, though my hip feels worse.  I am falling apart.

I finished Nicholas Evans' The Loop yesterday.  I was almost done when I got home, so I sat in the car in the driveway until the final tape was done.  I turned the car off and drained the battery rather than the gas tank.  Heh heh heh.  Gas is so expensive.  Damn Bush and his oil buddies.

I was so tired last night that I thought I would die.  I kept falling asleep at the keyboard and was just about to nap when Peter came on line.  He wanted to let me sleep, but I wanted to spend some time with him, so we played scrabble.  We hadn't seen each other for quite some time.  He started off strong with a seven letter word (that I gave him--though he would have figured it out for himself eventually, I am sure).  I was behind most of the game, then slowly pulled ahead.  I was ahead by about forty points at one time, but he slowlhy but surely fought his way back until he only lost by ten.

And he got to go out first, lucky devil.

I got all my papers corrected and grades into the computer yesterday.  Tomorrow is the last day I'm going to accept late work.  The kids need to get their asses in gear.  Some of this work is from the first week of the friggin' quarter.  That is ridiculous.

Sometime  today, I would like to scan in the drawings the Graphic Lit kids did of emotions and other abstract things (like loudness).  The did some really amazing work.  Some of the pieces are truly art.  I love all the different ways they visualized the concept of anger.

I am really pleased with that class.  I need to do some serious work on it--we never did get around to doing the digital comic strips I wanted to do.  Only two kids brought in the small objects to take pictures of.  I have no access to small toys like that.

Though this summer, I will be haunting garage sales to pick stuff like that up.

I want to buy the huge playmobil pirate ship and enough of a crew to do KIDD comic strips.  The drawings are cool and all, but it takes so much time!

With the playmobil pirate ship and my digital camera, I could do like DMM does.

Only it would be a lot more "in-joke" because of the fact I would be doing it specifically to amuse my friends and fellow KIDDS at the IBDoF.

Well, I want to fold clothes before I go to school, and I still am not dressed--sititng here in my pjs wishing it was already summer so I could SLEEP.  arg.

More later.

Down to the Final Two Hours.

It's our lunch break, and I am eating Life cereal without milk, with my fingers, because the only milk available in the lunch room is chocolate. It is somewhat like eating odd, sorta sweet, small, square chips. Only healthier. Sorta.

I folded a basket of laundry before I left home--I made two buns w/ peanutbutter and honey before I got in the car and ate them on the way. I didn't have any beverage to haul along--wish I had stopped for a small bottle of milk in Byron, but I didn't. So I have to eat my cereal naked.

Two kids came in here begging for a candy hand out (don't have any) and one came in begging for a nickel (had one). I have seven or eight of them in here eating lunch. I always have a considerable crew in my room for lunch. I have had to train them to talk quietly, refrain from popping lunch bags, and wipe the tables after they slop their lunches all over the place. I don't mind their presence at all as long as they aren't being obnoxious.

My graphic literature classes watched episode three of InuYasha today, and the Misfits, Outcasts, and Monsters classes watched the execution of Edward DelaCroix in the Green Mile.

My Michelle, tender heart that she is, cried when he had to say good-bye to his mouse. (I had to turn my attention to working on my pile of crap on my desk. Got a bunch of filing done! And did not humiliate myself by sobbing over the movie--which I would certainly be doing if I had allowed myself to be sucked into the story.

Earlier this year I read "The Velveteen Rabbit" to my Theater Arts class. I wanted to bawl at several points, but when the bunny became really real--I lost it.

I'd type up the salient portion, but alas, my Velvetine Rabbit book is gone. Someone must have borrowed it.