I thought I might tell you about how I spent my first working hour of the year listening to drug-addled, lily pulitzer-clad crones demand that I wear a gold cardboard crown on the first day of school, but I decided that was just too pathetic. I considered whining about how I endured an hour-long presentation on Outlook calendars, but, really, who needs to relive that inanity? I almost wrote about how we were forced to make lists of words that described our motivations for teaching, but my chosen words - ignorance, privilege and revenge - don't really show me in my best light.
So, I'll just tell you this: vodka and pomegranate juice. It's all you really need to know.
Note: I have other things in the works, but I'm not yet blogging about them. Hubris will bite you in the ass. Every time.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
I was thinking of you today and wondering how the first day went. . . seems on par for the tragicomic course. May a nice bottle of wine be with you.
i usually hate commenting but i gotta say--thank you for your sacrifice. while you suffer this year, your faithful readers can look forward to the exquisite reward of posts like this one.
ever grateful,
a lurking fan
Megan - Cheers.
Kelley - Thanks for de-lurking! I'm so happy to have you.
Post a Comment