I Have Lost Track of All Time

I'm guessing that it's Wednesday. I did watch Glee last night, so it probably is. But we had Monday off, and those weeks always confuse me. Well, I guess for not much longer. (14 days.) Pretty soon, I'll never know what day it is.

Things are jumping here in Bizarro Town High School as we wind down to the last day of school. Tomorrow, the seniors are leaving on their class trip, to return Sunday night. You may recall I chaperoned this trip several times in the past. I hope they have good weather and a good time. The school is always nicely quieter without them.

When they come back on Monday, I get to try to put the fear of God into them about returning all their textbooks on time and what dire consequences will befall them if they don't. Obligations. Last. Time. Ever. There's one thing I won't miss.

This is also the time of year for inappropriate dress in school; I wish I could take pictures and show you. There is one girl walking around here in a cotton halter top, not tight or revealing in and of itself, but under it, she is wearing a racer-back bra, and when she sits down, the back of the tank top pulls down and voila, she is wearing a bra. Earlier, there was a girl in here wearing a cotton dress, just gray, the kind where the top is almost like a tube top, elastic above and below the boobage, and nothing holding it up but luck. Also, when she sat down, the back pulled down, and I thought, disaster is coming for this kid any second. I went over to talk to that one, and when I got close, I could see that her arms, shoulders, neck, and collarbone area were badly sunburned. So she got a pass just for coming to school (something I understand this particular kid does not do often enough.)

Lunchtime soon. I'll be back.

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So I'm back. It's quiet, it's hot. Once again, my employers have demonstrated their utter lack of a moral compass, but I won't go into that. I'm ever-so-slightly bummed by the festivities that often accompany a retirement and which I will not enjoy because I lack a department to create them for me. Even though I did it for Lou (the SCM, who retired last year) and Paul (the HMM, former head librarian, who retired about 20 years ago.) No, no one left even to bring in bagels for my last day. Boo hoo poor me. Well, it is bumming me a bit, but there's nothing I can do about it, so there. There will be an end-of-the-year high school dinner at which all the retirees will be honored, so I'll be part of that, and will first speak on behalf of the Other Chai, and then after she speaks about me, I'll get to say my piece. Which, trust me, is already written. Some of it for years now.

I'm so tired today; I've been sleeping so strangely. And after school today, I have a new doctor to go to, oh boy! I don't know if I mentioned this one. I have to see a gastroenterologist who specializes in endoscopy with ultrasound, because Resnick, my trusted GE, saw something on the endoscopy he did that he couldn't bioposy or otherwise examine; it needs ultrasound. I'm just going to meet the guy today, and his office is in Hoboken, which is maybe a half hour away with no traffic, but traffic is a given, so the Hubs will be driving. Oddly, I've never been to Hoboken in my life, outside of the train station there, but it's said to be a very charming little city, much gentrified in recent years, very desirable. (As opposed to its just beginning to gentrify neighbor just steps to the south, Jersey City. There, I've been; no need to return.)

I have an hour and a half to go, and the book I'd like to finish is at home. :(  Time to eat some Pez.