It's a Quarter to .... One

No, not a quarter to three, no singing me from me. It's a quarter to one, which means school ended for the kids twenty minutes ago (although I hear voices down the hall), and it's the teacher lunch hour. But I'm in the library, just in case any of the little dears have books to bring back to me, which means I can leave for home at 1:35.

A word about the teachers and their inability to do relatively simple administrative tasks. One, it's actually worse today. Two, in most cases, I don't think it relates either to their intelligence or to their teaching ability. There are plenty of people who are not good with paperwork, and if they're lucky, they have a spouse who does it all for them at home. As far as teachers go, there is a lot of paperwork, and everybody gets it done somehow, sooner or later, but being knowledgeable about your subject and being able to teach it are not connected to that kind of chore. In fact, for many people, there's a real disconnect. Some of the ones who are always late with their attendance and grades are the people who are so intellectually gifted, and so passionate about what they know and teaching it, that they light up the kids in their classes, but they can't always make it down the stairs from their ivory towers to do all that other stuff on time. They sometimes have trouble following relatively simple directions, but ask them to explain a chemical process, or something in The Great Gatsby, and their eyes light up; they practically glow, and every kid in the class can see what they see and feel the passion they feel. It's just real annoying for me to be on the receiving end, waiting for the paperwork. But I don't hold it against them (not most of them, anyway); it's just a pain while it's going on.

It is raining yet again. I expect to leave here in 45 minutes and find my entire car mildewed. Everything in the house smells, and it's just from the dampness in the air. It's disgusting, and seriously, cannot be good for the health, for anyone's health.

I forgot to bring something to eat or drink with me today, which is unfortunate; I can't even take my pills. I did have coffee earlier, but it was too early then. I'm gonna be really hungry when I get home. And I'm going out for dinner tonight with people, so I won't get real food until at least 7:30, so I guess I'm going to have to feed myself something when I get home.

Oh, NEWS ALERT NEWS ALERT! I got my hearing aids back ... and they work! Well, they have worked for about six hours now, anyway. Everything seems okay, but I've been in the library all day, which has its own atypical sound situation, so I won't know for sure until I leave, and hear what it sounds like in the car, on the TV, at the dinner tonight. But I'm hopeful. I did, however, look up the name and email address of the CEO of the company that makes my hearing aids, because I may want to drop him a line. I just don't want anything to reflect on my audiologist, who is THE BEST. I'll talk to him about it before I send anything.

I'm going to walk around the library a little bit now. More later.




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