cinco de mayo 12:19 PM lunes

The kinds watched "The Big Green" this morning. Now we've got "101 Dalmatians" on. I finished my student achievement cards and read the newspaper. I'll finish this and finish the Updike interview I'm reading. Then I'll get going on report cards. No. I'll wait on those. I'll do my cums first, and I won't start those 'til tomorrow. We'll play softball when I'm done here. I've got to figure out what to do about my truck. There are several options. One is they'll let me leave it there one more week, I may have to pay for that at like $10 or $15 a night though. Another option is I have it towed back here to school and hope no one strips it while it sits here for a week. I might be allowed to leave it locked up overnight in the school lot, but how will they tow it with all the teachers cars in there already? If we can't come 'til Saturday to get it out, the gate may be locked, but wait, I think there is Saturday school. I could have it towed to my house, but that will cost over a hundred bucks. I think I should try to have it towed here. I'll talk to Richard, the custodian, about it. I have to get my attendance into the LACAS office, too. I haven't any new ideas as to how to teach my night school class. What am I forgetting? I need to call Katie Nishikala at Harding about an interview, too. Chris Butler asked me if I could help her locate info on Albania on the internet. I've got to return those videos today. I've got to start moving my stuff out of this classroom. What else?

He'd never been one to desert a dessert. Oh, he'd deserted that sinking ship and been stranded on that desert island. I've been through deserted deserts, never on a horse with no name, though. It's been good to get out of the rain. Now the kids have put in "Three Ninjas". Tomorrow we have a minimum day. Friday there is no school while we go to a training at Red Lion Hotel in Glendale. I'm supposed to walk my kids to the dismissal gate. Dismissing them from the classroom door is "not acceptable". Augh. What else? There's nothing, not a phrase in my head except to write about how there's nothing to write about, and I flashback to driving the Hi-Times truck around Fountain Valley delivering alcohol.