This week in news

I am not saying that a certain Senator from Idaho is in fact gay and honestly I don't care. But one would think that if you are innocent you would plead that way and that you would not plead guilty to a charge that basically puts you in the light of being gay. All I have heard on news clips for the past two days is said lawmaker saying "I am not gay, I have never been gay." I just want him to follow that with, "I just like the cock." How many of these scandals have to come out, so to speak, before we address why these scandals happen. Religious leaders, other Senators, and Governors of New Jersey. The majority of which are people who espouse so called morality and then engage in shady dealings. Granted the governor did carry on with consenting adults but he was married. And the congressman from Florida was not married but creepy enough going after children. And religious leaders following his moral compass to a drug dealing prostitute. I am not even going to get into other "straight" public leaders who preach to us and have dirty dealings in the dark alley ways of D.C. *cough* D.C .Madam *cough*. I find it most distressing that as soon as gay is mentioned Larry Craig is being bullied out of office by the RNC. I thought the republican party was an inclusive party one open to gays and minorities? So why so eager to ditch the homo? Why because republicans don't like gays. Well that is not true they like the self loathing gays that will vote their ticket. When the republican party will return the money of the Log Cabin republicans of North Carolina and say you are not welcome at our state convention… but vote Bush Cheney. I shake my head. We as a society still would rather people play on the down low, cheat on spouses, go to prostitutes then allow people be who they are and live their lives happily and freely. These people the ones who sneak around in their closets and hope no one notices are still luckier than those who accept they are gay but can't live with it. The number of teens and other's who kill themselves everyday because someones god said they shouldn't live, is just disturbing. Would we not cut down on the spread of disease if we taught people that no matter who you sleep with make sure you are protecting yourself and the person you sleep with? Why should young homosexuals wait for marriage? There is no wedded bliss for them. No one is there telling them to protect themselves or maybe you are worth waiting for a nice gay. Instead the gay community worships the young, and has so many activities of "pride" around who can be the biggest slut. I mean hell, out of one side of our mouth we raise money to raise awareness and fight AIDS, but there are also large parts of the community chasing after the disease akin to a rite of passage. The inconsistency of everyones message is baffling and disconcerting. I must say people are more open and accepting these days more so then 20 years ago. Hell it is even better than 10 years ago. But I believe it is better in spite of legislature that tells 10% of the American populous you are a second class citizen and we don't trust with children and we don't care about the betterment of your lives.

So why am I distressed by the news lately? Not because some old man was trying to get a little slap and tickle in an airport bathroom, but because the "Moral Majority" is repressing itself on us and is causing more problems than it is solving.

Boo marching Band

It really does ruin every weekend I have I swear. So my birthday is coming up and I probably won't have an entire weekend to do anything. As of right now I will probably go out a week from Friday and then do dinner Saturday night. But I don't know when the contest is on Saturday so maybe I will and maybe I won't. The damned site was yet to inform us when we go on. Alas trapped by my job. Though this doesn't bother me as much. As some things in the past have. For example, in the past I have had to be apart of a mentoring group called Caritas, but not this year. I don't know whose baby I saved from a burning building in my previous life but I have by some mystic force been spared. So come tomorrow when everyone scurries off to their groups I can go for breakfast or go home and take a nap. Oh the options. :)

I think I was checked out on the corner...

Ok so that didn't sound so good. I was walking back from the gym and I was standing on a corner waiting for the light to change and a guy slowed down and stared at me as he drove by. I felt good.

On a completely different topic. I must say I have been feeling disappointed lately. Not in one person in particular and certainly there are people in my life that almost never disappoint. Yet I recently have been having this overwhelming feeling of being let down. Not just by friends and family but by myself at times. I for a long time have been tired of being angry or upset. A lot of that had to do with finances, job related stress and other factors. I must say all those things have really took a turn for the best. Maybe because I have felt like my life has jump started itself back to life. And somethings and people have not I guess come with me. I really don't know what to make of it. Granted there have been times, many times, in my life where my friends move forward with their lives and that doesn't seem to bother me. At least not in the same ways. Of course I get frustrated with myself and a bit jealous but really never disappointed. I don't know what it is and I know that really I just need to move past it and get on with me and my life. I am trying to let go of all the anger and frustration of the last 4+ years. I know I have been a bitter and jaded person and I know deep down that is really not who I am. I mean I am sure I will still bitch when things bother me I mean who doesn't but to be so negative all the time I need to loose it. I use to be an outgoing person but I haven't been for a very long time I am not sure that is ever going to change but alas I have a long time to figure that one out. Hopefully :)

You have got to be joking

Ok really I just put that as a headline to get people to read. Things actually went fine today, nothing to complain about. I learned a few things about our website at school and how I can you my website there more effectively. It's kind of cool what I can do. I currently trying to figure out a way to create a web cast that I can add to the site so I can do listening examples and whatnot for the kids. I am kind of pumped about the options.
Now I know you all enjoy when I rant and complain but really I prefer not to. Don't get me wrong when something pisses me off I will totally bitch about it. But I like it when things go well.

Yes just a really short post I am really tired been so busy lately. I like being back into a real full schedule I feel like I get so much more done and feel more ... human. Having a half schedule though I did more than a half schedule would dictate it still didn't feel full to me. now it does and that makes me happy.

Ok off to bed.

Band Boosters

So the other day I had a meeting with one of our Vice principles and she gave me some great advise in dealing with Special K. She completely understood where I was coming from and my frustrations. I think I can use a lot of what she gave me to address the situation. She gave me a lot of positives to work with so I am pleased.

Tonight was our band booster meeting. As typical for me a sat with a group of parents that act like their kids, we sat in the back and talked through most of the meeting. This particular group of parents I really like. Overall I must say I like all of our parents even the bitchy ones are not that bad. I have dealt with worse. So yes I am as bad as the kids but we all knew that. I was always the one talking in rehearsal or blanking out in class or just talking. As an adult I am still the same way. If I can find the other catty person near by it's all over, and inevitably I do. We gravitate toward each other we just know. Of course this behavior in my students I absolutely loathe and I know, I know it's Karmic retribution. I also know I totally deserve it and I try not to get too worked up over it. We have another teacher detention tomorrow I know less than two weeks in and here we are again. I am not sure how one could fake an aneurysm and still call in but if someone knows please tell me.

On the upside I have filled out my paper work to be one of the lucky people in america to have insurance. Having gone 4 years without it made me appreciate it more. Now I grew up without it and didn't actually ever have coverage till I was 25, but once I had it I had a hard time without it. The week my coverage starts I plan on having a visit to several Dr.'s offices. How sad that that is a point of joy and excitement. The simplicities of life are truly gone. But I still want a puppy.

Boobs to the left of me Boobs to the right.

Now as many of you may or may not know I am not a fan of bars. I am even less a fan of seedy bars. The 10 in Indianapolis is one I would call seedy. The fact that you have to be wanded before entering tipped me off. But when Xena said she wanted to go there for her 30^th I said sure. Of course there was one caveat to all of this; I had to be pretty damned drunk before we got there. And I was. We started the evening with dinner at the Rathskellar. If you have never been and like German food this is a place to go. Great food, great beer and in great sizes. I had two, yes two 32 oz beers. Very tasty. After we spent some time there we wondered down to the Metro and proceeded to drink more. I had moved on to my dear friend Jack of Jack and Coke fame, his friend coke was also there. We had a grand time. Xena's sister had invented a shot called the Molicious and it was. This shot consisted of Southern Comfort, Peach Schnapps and OJ. It was quite tasty and could really sneak up on you if you have too many.

At the metro we met up with some people Xena knew and they were fun and they were also heading to the 10 so we all traveled together. Upon getting to the 10, after the pat down I continued my relationship with Jack. Now the 10 is not only a seedy bar but it is a lesbian bar. I like lesbians some of my best friends are lesbians but don't mess with angry lesbians and that is what the 10 is mostly made up of. I tried to avoid eye contact and just went about my business. At this point in the evening everything became a blur. A few points did stand out, the well lit bathroom for one. If you have never experienced bathrooms at a gay bar let me tell you light is not their friend. It's like the place is serving Mogwais (the cute furry things from the movie "Gremlins"). So when I walked into a lesbian bar bathroom and it was so well lit I was a bit stunned. In my drunken state I believe I commented on this very loudly while in there. Thankfully it was empty, because, well it's a lesbian bar. I really lost count as to how much I was drinking. Xena was sober and staying that way and driving me home so I knew I would be taken care of. The second thing of note was that I believe I was hit on. Honestly I am not sure I don't remember the conversations and they were nice guys so my apologies go out to the two nice gentlemen who talked to me. The last thing and boy was it a doosey was the wet t-shirt contest. It wasn't the contest itself but the girl behind us who prepped for it by taking her shirt then her bra off and standing naked from the waist up in the middle of the bar. I saw breasts. Straight men would have killed to see these. As far as breast go I believe these to be good ones. I honestly didn't care but damn really in a bar. Granted I have seen worse displays before but I wasn't prepared for that. BTW she won the contest.

I don't know what time I got home but I just dropped in my bed and woke around 11 the next day, wishing I had died in my sleep. I really had a good time and didn't get shived even better.

Fair food but not fair food.

So the fair, not just any fair the Indiana State Fair. I have to say over the years that my friends and I have attended the gorge fest the number of mullets and tube tops have dropped considerably. This is a disappointment to me I have always likened the state fair people watching to a Springer show. It's an affirmation of how much my life doesn't suck. With that said I will take you through the sights and sounds of the state fair or at least what I saw of it. We all met in front of the dairy bar. If you have never experienced the wonders of the dairy bar I must encourage it. The grilled Swiss on rye is so good, it doesn't hurt that it is slathered in like a pound of butter too. All things are better with butter. Of course while I was there I had to also get cheese sticks, which are also very good. Not as satisfying as drunken cheese sticks from White Castle at 3 in the morning but still very good. It's a different kind of satisfaction.

After we had all got the first course under… over… wherever, our belts we were off. My friend Erika and I were off to find one our favorite thing the King Tater.King Tater is actually a booth what we like its the potato product. I think it is more the making of the King Tater and not necessarily the item itself we crave. Imagine if you will a large and I mean large, potato stuck to a power drill and then spun. While spinning the potato is cut into one long strip and then the whole thing is dropped into a vat of boiling grease, you know the best part. It is like the ultimate curly fry. Now we could not find King Tater, we felt it must have been overthrown by what we did find. A vendor promising something very much like the King Tater but with options, I believe all the options were Chili, Cheese, Bacon bits, Chives, Sour Cream, and Ranch. Any or all of these were options to top said King Tater usurper. Really in the face of options like that I would throw off the shackles of an oppressive regent for a new tater. We opted for Cheese, Sour Cream and Chives. To say the fair eating experience is unhealthy is a bold understatement; it is down right life threatening. We and Erika's roommate shared and stilled did not finish it all.

We then walked around and saw the pigs and whatnot, I have to say how disturbing it is to walk out of the pig barn and be met with a vendor that sold sausages. It would be like walking out of your house and having across the street a soylent green cart. Poor things I hope they don't recognized a cousin or dear friend on the grill. Our walk continued to the Lactation Station, a place for mothers of newborns to breast feed. Hey we all need to eat at the fair; I just hope the moms put some butter on their nipples before breast feeding. I mean it's the fair after all. Next to the Lactation Station is the place with the blooming onion. This is the one time of the year I will eat such a thing and it really is for the breading. How can you go wrong with that? Others in the group made pit stops of their own for various food purchases. Let me clarify on the onion blossom I did not eat the whole thing it was shared among the group. Ok going on. We made our way to the giant cream puffs mmmm cream puffs. Erika, her roommate and I split one and that my friends is what sent me over the edge. All that sugar. I didn't eat as much as I have in the past but for some reason this year it hit me harder. Maybe because I have changed my eating habits or I am just getting older but whew lordy. As luck would have it we stumbled upon the Tums Diner, which was closed, can you believe that? We got a group photo in front of it. I joked that we should tip it over and take the Tums inside, until I saw an unopened box just under it and opened it and ran with a handful of free samples. And yes it helped and no I didn't feel bad about stealing. I look at it this way if the stand was open I would have got them anyway.

Now we are in the home stretch, we stop in to see the cheese sculptor, 1,387 lbs of cheddar cheese. I was looking for the 1,500 lb cracker but darn it all I couldn't find it. Seeing that much cheese at once put my friend off the idea of getting fried cheese herself, good call I say. We realized that the dairy bar would be closing in 15 minutes so if there was anything we wanted we needed to go right then. We had made it around the loop back to be we started and I needed, like heroine needed, a real milk milkshake so we set off for the final food purchase of the evening. I love the milkshakes from the fair. Again there was no way I could finish it and had to abandon half of it, but I was full and happy. I came home rubbed my belly to sleep and vowed to get to the gym tomorrow, but that day is a whole other blog.

Todays blog is brought to you by the word "Sardonic"

I successfully made it to the gym this was the point I was afraid I would just stop going. This being the first day that I have had a complete day of classes and then came home and actually got my butt to the gym. Of course this was at 5pm. I was really worried about this because I hate going when it is crowded. I mean good for the Y if it is crowded. They do good work and this is a great source of income for them I would hate for no one to go.But I am selfish non the less. I like empty gyms it's just easier for me to get what I need to get done. Also I hate looking like a fool so I never try new equipment unless I am alone or am pretty certain that the other people there are not secretly saying "What an idiot he is doing that all wrong." I like to take my time and learn to use things properly and I feel like a doof most of the time when I start something new. I know that's shallow but give me this people. I am like this with my music I hate sight reading in front of people and practicing. I want people to think I played it that well all the time every time. It may be shallow but mostly insecure. If there was a way to go to the gym for 5 months with no one looking and just show back up, in my mind people will forget how fat I have been for the last 8 years. But I know not likely to happen. This mentality is, I am sure, why I am always nervous to let people hear my music. I never think it is good enough and probably never will. Now I do get to points with it where I like it and I think it's ok but never as good as I would like. I guess being a perfectionist can be a good thing but from time to time it can stun my into inaction, which is not a good thing. Ah well my neurosis, my problem.

I have come to think that maybe I blog too much. I don't think people are really that interested in my life or what happens to me. But you know I really enjoy from time to time reading other peoples blogs, mostly because it keeps me up to date with their lives. I hope this does the same for my friends. So maybe I do but I do write private journals almost as much as blogging if not more. I find that writing down even the most mundane things can be very therapeutic. Also If sometimes help me use new words. I also like to try out new words on the kids. One of the students today said I was mean. I replied "Mine is a sardonic wit." He looked at me confused and I said to look it up. I saw him a few periods later and he said "So like I said you are mean." I just chuckled and said "And I am helping you on your SAT's. He just laughed and kept right on walking.

First day of school and a weekend in Chicago.

The first day off classes pretty much went as I thought it would. Nothing really exciting happened. I did have a very full day though and I am glad that it is pretty spread out. I did cut out a few minutes early from my last class only so I could make a mad dash out of the campus before it became crazy with students driving. You see Cathedral only has the one entrance and exit thus making it impossible to leave or enter at the start and end of school. 1250 some parents and students all trying to get out of the school at 3:05.

I needed to get out so I could meet my friend Mom and head up to Chicago for the weekend. I was fun I am glad I went. I eat so badly though. I did get to the gym while I was up there. A nice thing the hotel had was an agreement with the Bally's up there so FN and I ran over for a bit. I have to say I was still buzzing while I was working out. That was a new and interesting experience. I really didn't feel the burn or the pain while doing it so maybe I should get blasted before going to the gym all the time.

Over all the trip was pretty uneventful. I did get to see my Ex and that was nice. Even if it were for a little bit. The unfortunate thing was that last night I just started feeling queasy and it took us right at an hour to get into the bar. Ooooo I almost forgot. While waiting in line we watch the police come along and haul off this really big guy who was way drunk and very belligerent. We were waiting for the po po to tazer him but it never happened. They did cuff him and throw him on the back of a flat bed golf cart and take him away. Hmmm. Really after that I can't think of anything out of the ordinary to report.

Tomorrow back to school.

How do you keep a straight face?

Today was lovely... I went in to work around 8 which was nice and the time the parents said they would be there to start uniform fittings. If you haven't guessed that is not the time they got there. It was more like 9. I started to get mad but really why. It actually was a good thing to make me be there. I am going to have to be there around 6:30 tomorrow.uhhhggg. I know I could have worse schedules by this is like college karma coming to bite me in the ass. Aside from the parents asking me questions every five minutes it wasn't that bad. It again could have been worse. They are actually funny they love working with each other but come to me to bitch about each other. I laugh.

I left around 12:30 to get lunch I was planning on just heading out getting it and coming back but I ran into another teacher. One I actually like. She started teaching art at the same time I started at there. She is the hott teacher. Yes I meant to have 2 t's there. If I were straight I would never be able to talk to her, I would constantly be flustered around her. I would consider switching for her. Her husband is equally hottt. He's got that rugged bald hot muscle guy thing going for him. But I digress. So we sat and had lunch together. I love her to death if I were ever to make friends with anyone at school it would be her. She is very funny and we hate the same people. That quality always endears people to me.

Well because I didn't plan on staying to eat I was late getting back to monitor the kiddies getting their pictures taken. It was better than I thought we had actual jobs to do and not just stand around and make sure they don't set anything on fire. Which is usually what we do for these kinds of things. After that was all done I wondered back over to the music building and listened to some parents rant about kids not being able to hang their pants correctly. That doesn't bother me as much as them just not hanging them up at all. As soon as the mom who was wanting me to give detentions for improperly hung pants another mom the one in charge of the uniforms looked at me and asked. "How can you sit there and listen to these people with a straight face?" I wanted to say the same way I do with you. But I didn't, it would have been true though. She is probably the worst one but she gets things done and I have dealt with much worse parents in the past. As long as they don't assault or threaten the kids then we are golden.

So off to Chicago tomorrow. Going up for market days. This is my last weekend trip for the summer. I honestly am done for a while with trips. especially when they are weekenders.

Sidebar: Kudos to me for getting my ass to the gym after teacher detention yesterday and today. I am so afraid that once school starts I will just stop going. I have made some great strides in making this a routine I would hate for it to stop. I think the earliest I will get back to the gym will be Sunday. So here is hoping.

Have a good weekend all.

Teacher detention

Well we were whisked away to a day filled with things I already knew, could have been told in an email and crap I didn't care about. Mostly crap I didn't care about. We started it off with a long hot bus ride to Marian college, really they took the long way to get there. I am unsure as to why unless they were wanting to keep the surprise of it all a little longer. Franking I didn't care I was sweating like a whore in church. Speaking of whores in church, that was our first stop of the morning, Mass. I personally have had a hard time with the Catholic church, I pretty much washed my hands of it after my fathers funeral, but I played along to keep all parties happy.

After that we went to a brief, ha, faculty meeting were they proceeded to tell us things I could have received in an email. We then broke for lunch which was such spectacular crap.

I arrived for our meeting in smaller groups. I of course made a bee line for the back corner and was quickly surrounded by most of the football staff. Fine whatever, they don't know me and I am cool with that. I am sure to them I am that "fruity" music person. Well the meeting was suppose to be on how we could involve our students in duel crediting with colleges in the area. It actually turned into college professors telling us about a team taught class they have there. Whoopty shit. I don't care. Yes yes it is all very fascinating, but really they didn't know what they were suppose to talk about so I don't really blame them. The subject matter wasn't really brought to their attention until the last 5 minutes of the presentation. I swear I thought my eyes were going to permanently get stuck in the back of my head.

We ended the day back in the auditorium to hear a man talk to us about our roll as teachers in enrollment in the school. This would be an example of things I already knew. The really funny things is that the man kept saying "Well obviously you guys are doing this." And insert that comment for every example he used. It was a rousing speech of "Here's what you should be doing, oh wait you already are. Viola!!! Success!!! ...wait why am I hear again?" I really think he was trying to over sell us on these ideas, but everything in his presentation revolved around jebus and shoved god into every orifice of his speech. It got very tiring after the 4th time of hearing "That is an example of how Jesus would recruit and diversify his enrollment of followers." Seriously???? Is that how jebus would do that. Huh ok.

Last day for freedom and bizarre iPod

Today is my last day of freedom my summer officially ends today. Tomorrow is teacher detention, a phrase I picked up from a friend. It can also be known as a day of faculty meetings and whatnot. Mostly boring but have to go and they are busing us to some remote location. So we can't jump ship and go home. I am not a fan of this kidnapping and forcing of stupid pointless meetings. I am sure almost all of this information could be conveyed in an email. I am taking a laptop just in case I can sneak to the back of the room and in the guise for taking notes do something else. Teachers really make the worst students I am sure I will not be the only one sneaking to the back of the room. Faculty meetings are bad enough without the added bonus of a mass and a speaker. I am so not looking forward to this. A well.

In the spirit of my last day of freedom and my randomness I will share with you my shuffling ipod from today. It is just a testament that I have really varied taste in music. This is what played from the time I left the house for the gym and back.
"The Babysitters Here" Dar Williams
"Does Your Mother Know" ABBA
"Bandancing" Jack Stamp
"Ave Maria" Franz Shubert
"Annie Waits" Ben Folds
"As If" Blaque
"Thank you for the Music" ABBA
"Funkifized" Tower of Power
"The Binding" Samual Adler
"Nothing Can Be Done" Joni Mitchell
"Suite for Violin and Piano" Henry Cowell
"I Don't Wanna Lose You" Tina Turner
"The Girl from Ipanema"
"Big Yellow Taxi" Joni Mitchell
"All Blues" Miles Davis
"The Wrong Man Was Convicted" Barenaked Ladies
and my personal favorite that makes this whole list even more bizarre.
"There's a Hole in the Bucket" Odetta & Harry Belafonte

And there you have it people the music I worked out to today. Now there were a few in the shuffle that I just skipped past but these are the ones I actually listened to. If you didn't think I was strange before please feel free to now.

What a week

Despite or maybe in spite of all the crap that happened with me and the director I did actually have a good time this last week with the kids. It really was the students that brightened my day on Friday. The seniors decided that after the group picture and before the march off they wanted to dye their hair and the got cans of hairspray dye. They asked if I wished to join them because as they put it I was a senior too. I declined. It was sweet of them to ask. However I did see what was to come. I was standing chatting with one of the staff members when I heard a battle cry ring out and saw 20 some students head my way at an alarming speed. I was quickly sprayed with hairspray and then I wrestled a couple of cans from them and started chasing them down. It was fun. Luckily the stuff washed out pretty easily. Which was good since I really didn't relish the idea of going to dinner that night with green, purple, and yellow hair.

So after we got back I went home longer enough to shower and change and head out to meet friends for dinner. It was my friend Blanche's birthday. We went to a restaurant in Fountain Square call the Luxor. It's a combo of Greek, Italian and Egyptian food. Pretty good actually. The other cool thing about the place is that they have a floor show with belly dancers. It's not as bad as you would think it was actually very entertaining and worth the trip. Of course all the food made me even more sleepy. We had plans to go out to the bars after dinner but I knew I wouldn't last without some sleep. I told them that I was going home to take a nap and meet them out later. I set two alarms and slept through both. My friend Romeo apparently called and talked to me but I don't really remember it. I slept almost all day Saturday. Boy did I need it.

Well now that I am all rested and ready for this week, the start of school. Outside of Special K I am really looking forward to it. Though I must say there is something nice about collecting a paycheck for going to the gym and watching netflix.

Brighter side of the evening

These kids crack me up. So tonight was their final night at camp and they have a pizza party and get their tshirts and it's just mass chaos. The kids always do their dances, you just kinda have to be here to understand. If you know the songs you will know what I mean but they sing and dance to "Little Sally Walker" and "Ride That Pony". If you are thinking that is an odd thing to see a bunch of carmel type kids do you would be right. They also do these dances after every competition.

Well anyway after they do that and get their shirts they break out the music and start dancing in ernest. There is a group of african american kids that could really put together a very good step team if they wanted to. I think that would be great to have in the parking lot after a band competition at oh let's say Carmel. :) They try to get me to dance with them and I decline until I show them the ultimate white man dances. If you have ever seen me do these you can only imagine the look on their faces. My favorite will always be the sprinkler.

Tomorrow is our last day here at camp and as much as I had a miserable time dealing with Special K and all that shit I really did enjoy my time with the students. They really do make up for the rest of it and then some. So I guess we get a sorta happy ending out of all of this.

Less than 24 hours.

Thank god, I need to just not be here. I did get a chance to get away this afternoon. I had to run down to Indy to run a few errands and it was nice. I got back to my house and didn't realize my friend had his dog in my garage and he came trotting out when the door opened. Boy was he happy to see me or really anyone. My friend is staying at my place while his new apartment is getting ready. This all came about Tuesday so the place was a bit of a shambles. Normally the place is a wreck but when company is over I like to tidy up some, but didn't get a chance to. Ah well.

Earlier in the day a guy at the camp another instructor a very good friend of Special K's from college, pulled me aside and we talked a lot about what was going on this week between Special K and I. I really respect this man and really consider him and his wife to be mentors. They are wonderful people and always give the best advice. He was right that my passive aggressive bullshit this week is effecting what I am doing for the kids. He totally understood what I was going through and said don't let it affect my professional goals and life and that he fears that what I am currently doing will do that. I really couldn't argue with that and I know I need to change this strategy. But like I told him I just am at a loss as to what to do about the situation and right now all I have the strength to do is be bitter and pissed off. I don't really want to be I just am.

Day 4

So far the day has been light and nothing major to report. I must say that it is rather nice. After the kids relayed how much they hated the drill writing I must say my mood lightened considerably. And of course all day to day I have been asked if that guy was coming back and they have all been relieved that he wasn't. I did get a chance to tell Special K I never want this man to be in front of these kids again. He can write all the drill he wants to for us just never "teach" drill for us again.

Pretty boring the only up shot of today is that I get a free steak dinner tonight. It's really not as exciting as it was when I was still in college and that was more of a luxury then it is now.

I have actually been to the gym everyday this week, which probably explains why I am so sore. I am not as burnt as I have been in the past but I still have tonight, Thursday and Friday. Friday cannot come soon enough. Of course that means I will have to ride in a freaking Chicken Limo. Long story I will explain in another blog.