12:30 PM 6-9-99 W
I went with Gladys to Jack in the Box for lunch. Ugh. So far, today has been pretty uneventful. An excruciating student performance of "Rumplestiltskin," and "The Fisherman's Wife" tortured the auditorium this morning. It was done in this repetitive chant, and it was way too long. Whatever. I typed a [photograph looking out east window of 1222 S. Keniston Av] third-person page this morning. I read the entire newspaper. Apparently Milosovic has accepted NATO's terms of surrender. When I'm done with this, I'll try to finish off another chapter of The Idiot. It's sunny and cool today, as long as the breeze reaches ya, if not, it's a trifle stifling. Javier brought me an apple. Ms. Horowicz volunteered to take the STEPS test to Walgrove for me. I have to remember to Xerox a copy of the "Certification of Proper Administration" for Steindinner. I just made Hyna and a boy named Brenden write the definition of the word "silent" on piece of paper as many times as they can. What else? [a pencil sketch of Mr. Toad] Now they're all reading silently. What else do I have to remember? I have to do a text book inventory by June 15th. I have to call Racquel Lightbourne in the Bahamas AGAIN. I'll have to do that tomorrow morning. They're fucking stonewalling me. I've got to work on Jim some more when I get home today. I gave him an asthma attack yesterday. Today, he'll tell about the cat. ~~~ Crap I'm almost out of time. Not only will I not get to read The Idiot, I won't even get to finish this. Ugh. We've got to do some science next. Well, I guess I have to postpone Myshkin and company 'til after school. [ticket stub from 1999 NCAA West Regionals Dedeaux Field]
I went with Gladys to Jack in the Box for lunch. Ugh. So far, today has been pretty uneventful. An excruciating student performance of "Rumplestiltskin," and "The Fisherman's Wife" tortured the auditorium this morning. It was done in this repetitive chant, and it was way too long. Whatever. I typed a [photograph looking out east window of 1222 S. Keniston Av] third-person page this morning. I read the entire newspaper. Apparently Milosovic has accepted NATO's terms of surrender. When I'm done with this, I'll try to finish off another chapter of The Idiot. It's sunny and cool today, as long as the breeze reaches ya, if not, it's a trifle stifling. Javier brought me an apple. Ms. Horowicz volunteered to take the STEPS test to Walgrove for me. I have to remember to Xerox a copy of the "Certification of Proper Administration" for Steindinner. I just made Hyna and a boy named Brenden write the definition of the word "silent" on piece of paper as many times as they can. What else? [a pencil sketch of Mr. Toad] Now they're all reading silently. What else do I have to remember? I have to do a text book inventory by June 15th. I have to call Racquel Lightbourne in the Bahamas AGAIN. I'll have to do that tomorrow morning. They're fucking stonewalling me. I've got to work on Jim some more when I get home today. I gave him an asthma attack yesterday. Today, he'll tell about the cat. ~~~ Crap I'm almost out of time. Not only will I not get to read The Idiot, I won't even get to finish this. Ugh. We've got to do some science next. Well, I guess I have to postpone Myshkin and company 'til after school. [ticket stub from 1999 NCAA West Regionals Dedeaux Field]