BST Math Test in Progress

Arg.  My poor children.  I have four kids--I'm supposed to have 6, but Maggie and Marie didn't show up today.  They are good kids.  I love them.  They are all working diligently while I am sitting up here pitying them.  Poor things.

Anyhow--in a show of solidarity with them--and because it has to be done--I brought my bill box along and am going to use the testing time to write out my bills.  A job I hate.

I will have to remain emotionally aloof from it, however, since I don't think it would be polite to puke convulsively (like I usually do while paying bills) while they are testing.

My goals for today are simple:

• Pay as many bills as i can. 
• Write up my course summaries.
• Finish going over my senior reflections
• Do my yearly eval that was supposed to be done over a month ago.
• Finish my laundry.

That's enough for a school day.

I will report in when the bill paying task is concluded.

That's THAT

Well--that's it.

They are all written out--except for the Electric Bill, $87.00, which I found hiding under a pile of stuff.

Ah, well. I embrace my poverty and curse my government for allowing this economic condition to occur.

Now that it is done, I must just let it go and not think about it.

End o' the Day

Gah.

It is 3:10 pm. The kids are gone. I have exactly 50 minutes before I have to be at the front door of St. Mary's to pick up Susan, which means I have to leave here by 3:15, which means I have a shit load of papers to correct and record in 35 minutes. So I have no time to wax poetic about the quality (or lack thereof) of my day.

Sigh.

Sigh.

Sighhhhhhhhh.