I have returned to the land of Busch Light and patriotic-themed lighters for my younger brother's wedding and I think that to compare my journey to the abridged version of Homer's Odyssey would be apt. The bride-to-be's dad and step-mom took us to dinner last night at the Height's Supper Club, the nicest place in town. My dad ordered a smoked pork chop the size of a car battery and I think everyone else had the chicken cordon bleu with a side of hashbrowns covered in nacho cheese sauce (delicious). After dinner I sojourned to Cedar Rapids for an evening of college football and light beer with my friends and some of their friends who have names like 'Shooter' and 'Randy' and make lots of gay jokes, which is refreshing after living in an erudite, socialist, environmentally sensitive university town for so long. Their dog Wrigley has been trained to take a dog treat out of a human mouth so a fair amount of dog-kissing went on last night as well.
My mom and I are going to get pedicures here in a second and I think I'll ask for a discount seeing as I only have 7.5 toenails to pedicure. Tonight is the rehearsal dinner, so I should probably get started on some sort of inappropriate toast to make. Later.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Quickly approaching old age
I signed up for a retirement savings account today. Only 33.5 more years of teaching! Yes!
This was a good week...my only non-Latino student, a boy whose family is from Laos, brought me this SWEET cd that his older brother made. Does anyone need a copy of Laotian pop/rock? Are you sure?
My students are pretty terrific, and so is my job, despite things like coworkers assuming that a student is "a little slow" because they don't speak the English. (Voice in my head: "Hmmm...you do speak English but you're MORE than a little slow. You're FUCKING BRAINLESS.") ((Voice in my mouth: "Uhhhh...I need to go make some copies.")
I managed to get out of playing in staff-student softball game at the middle school, but I didn't totally luck out as I wound up "supervising" students. Loosely translated: find the kid yelling inappropriate things and sit by them. A good time was had by all.
In my non-teacher life, I'm off to run a marathon this weekend and hopefully beat Palin's astonishingly good time. If I can't do that, I'll settle for enjoying myself and not crapping my pants.
This was a good week...my only non-Latino student, a boy whose family is from Laos, brought me this SWEET cd that his older brother made. Does anyone need a copy of Laotian pop/rock? Are you sure?
My students are pretty terrific, and so is my job, despite things like coworkers assuming that a student is "a little slow" because they don't speak the English. (Voice in my head: "Hmmm...you do speak English but you're MORE than a little slow. You're FUCKING BRAINLESS.") ((Voice in my mouth: "Uhhhh...I need to go make some copies.")
I managed to get out of playing in staff-student softball game at the middle school, but I didn't totally luck out as I wound up "supervising" students. Loosely translated: find the kid yelling inappropriate things and sit by them. A good time was had by all.
In my non-teacher life, I'm off to run a marathon this weekend and hopefully beat Palin's astonishingly good time. If I can't do that, I'll settle for enjoying myself and not crapping my pants.
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