Strange thoughts

Term 2 has ended and the school year is officially halfway through. I had a little last minute scrambling by students, but not too bad. I did have one special soul who needed an assignment entered to bump her grade up to a D- so she wouldn't be grounded. She turned her assignment in at 1:00 Thursday afternoon, and by the time I got to work at 6:30 am Friday to enter scores she had e-mailed me twice and posted a message to me on facebook. Not my class facebook page, my personal one. Seriously?

I have the blahs. I'm in a screw-it sort of mood. I'm too fat, I spend too much money, I'm exhausted, so screw it. Who cares.

The pants I'm wearing are making me angry, so I think that's part of the problem. I wonder if anyone else's clothes make them angry like mine do. Like they seriously affect my mood. Certain things make me angry, just the sight of them, too. Like Sean's hair. If his hair is bad, it will put me in a bad mood just to look at it. I wonder if that's strange.

Speaking of strange... I was listening to "Red Solo Cup" on the radio the other day, and I noticed that you are allowed to say "ass" on the radio but not "testicles". I find that strange. Shouldn't you be allowed to use actual names for body parts before you are allowed to use slang? Hmmm... Also, that song is somehow the most stupid song ever written, yet strangely just a little bit awesome at the same time. Proceed to party.

I had a conference with Josh's teacher last week about his reading. He is always just barely below whatever benchmark he's supposed to hit. So he's always making progress, but as soon as he hits the fluency benchmark, they raise it. It's a little frustrating, because his comprehension is good. He just moves at a slow pace, and that's what his teacher thinks too. It's just his natural pace, and he likes to stop and think about things he's reading in the middle, too. Anyway, he does really well in math, and she told me that he is the fastest kid in the class at counting money. That cracked me up because that kid loves money. He's always trying to come up with a way to earn some, and he counts his money all the time. She said she'll hand out a paper on money counting, and before she can walk back to her desk he's finished. That's my boy. He's a lot like Sean that way, I think. Sean had a newspaper route or picked up odd jobs from the time he was little. He'd haul trees for the guy at the Christmas tree lot... anything to make a few bucks.

We had a derby meeting yesterday, and things are starting to come together. It's exciting. The girls have been shuffled around a bit, and there's been a lot of wait and see what other people are going to do, so they are now finally forming their own team and things are starting to come together. They came up with a team name (they are the Junction City Harlequins) and colors (red and black). They are designing a logo so they can get their shirts made up. They are setting up their bylaws and looking for venues to skate and bout, and they found an awesome coach who was willing to take them on. As soon as they get their shirts done they will do some photos, start making flyers, and start recruiting. I'm very excited for them! This new coach is already helping them so much. I'm so glad she agreed to it.

I think I'm going to do the Slim Fast diet. I do just fine all day until evening. Then I just eat whatever I feel like. So if I can have some Slim Fast in the evening, maybe that would help me. I told Heather it's because in the morning I'm motivated because I have to get dressed and look at myself in the mirror. All throughout the day I'm busy and I can only eat what I've brought with me from home, and I do fine with that. When they have donuts or candy at faculty meetings or things like that, I can resist just fine. But after dinner, I'm tired, I slap on some elastic waistband pj's, and all bets are off.

I'm reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. I really like it. It's intriguing. I may have more to say when I finish with it.