Monday, May 15, 2006

End of the Year Activities

This was the next to last school day with the students. Tomorrow,
the kids get out at 12:45, but we have to stay until 3:10. I have
been trying to get things ready for check-out. It's kind of hard,
because one building didn't even give us a list. We have to kind
of guess what we need based on what we needed last year.

I took down the stuff from my walls. My grades are entered in the
computer. My biggest headache will be packing up my room at one
building, because I'm getting a new classroom in the basement. Yes,
I'm movin' on down, to the south side...to that deeeluxe old
office
underground. Doesn't quite have the same ring to it as that
old Jefferson's theme song, does it? My room will become the ISS
room, and I get the social worker's office. The social worker will
move upstairs to a storage room. The old ISS room will become a
computer lab. The times, they are a-changing. I don't really mind,
except for moving, and for the mold. There's a storage room
downstairs that has a dirt floor. Yeah, this school is pretty old.
When it's hot and humid, the whole basement has a moldy smell.
I'm sure I will adapt. At least it will be cooler in the fall and spring.

This will upset my interpersonal dynamics. Just when I get used
to talking to people, I'm whisked away to a new land, where I
must befriend the natives. OK, so I have known these people
for 7 years now. I'm slow to warm up.

Mr. K is leaving our district to return to his old district. All I have
to say to him is: CATLOVER! I am taking him a very special
gift tomorrow. It is a book of mycathatesyou.com pictures, with
personalized captions. He has told me to expect something big.
I'm a bit apprehensive. I hope it's not a real cat in a cardboard
box. He asked what I'd do if it was.

This morning, 'Mum' was trying to finish a bunch of journals that
he owes Mr. K. He showed me one.

Look, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom.
I'm not sure you'll get credit for that one.
We could choose 'any subject' on that one. That's what I picked.
Well, I'm not sure he'll give you credit for 'meow' written 150 times.

That was kind of funny. Almost as funny as me telling the class to
use the work 'hacksaw' in their story last week. Mr. K noticed.
He thought it was a good joke. I'm going to miss my little prankee.

Good riddance, and good luck, Mr. K. I wish you well.
May there always be a cat picture for your wallet.

6 Comments:

Blogger Rebecca said...

Hi Hillbilly Mom,
So Mum has written a surrealist poem, expressing his inner desire to be free of anger.
Yeah, a load of BS I know, but it might get him the credit he needs.
HooRoo
Rebecca

9:01 PM  
Blogger deadpanann said...

Hello, momma of the hills.

I thought you would like to know that the updating thingy is back.

9:24 PM  
Blogger Redneck Diva said...

Meow 150 times? I LOVE it!! That Mum...he's a real card.

AWww...I can't believe you're losing Mr. K! We're down to 13 cats, but I still have one or six to spare if he'd like one as a parting gift.

My kids have one full day of school left. They kind of skipped today. (Bad mommy, bad mommy) And Wednesday is the awards assembly and early dismissal. I can't believe summer is here!! I think I'm more excited than they are. No...now that I think about it, they definitely have me beat. The bouncing off the walls, the requests to wear a mini-skirt, halter top and eyeshadow to school (by my daughter, not my son, thank God) and the constant "When are we getting a swimming pool?" is testament to the fact that they are pretty excited.

So you liked my Mother's Day present, eh? Your turn! Show me the money, Hillbilly Mom!

11:03 PM  
Blogger Hillbilly Mom said...

Bec,
EGADS! What if 'Mum' is a genius? What if he wins a Nobel prize for cat-worshipping? Hang on to your handbasket, it's going to be a bumpy ride to h*ll.

Miss Ann,
It's working wonderfully, I might add. Glad you're both back.

Diva,
I'll have to dig through my sock buried in the back yard before I can show you the money. Methinks I have buried all the unflattering pics of myself. I should have it by the weekend, if not before. I'll warn you...I never had the towering bangs of death. My haircut of choice was the 'MOE'. As in the 3 Stooges. At least Moe was the boss.

11:27 PM  
Blogger MrsCoach2U said...

In high school the teacher gave us a 1000 word essay. One of the guys just glued a picture to a paper and wrote "a picture is worth a 1000 words and you now owe me extra credit for having 19 extra words!" I believe she gave him an F, no sense of humor!

9:34 AM  
Blogger Hillbilly Mom said...

Mrs.,
I heard rumors of a college teacher who asked one question on the final. It was: "Why?". Some students wrote about the creation of the universe. Others wrote anything they could remember about the class. Only one student got it right. The correct answer was: "Because".

3:26 PM  

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