This year gripe-HALT THE PRESSES!!!!!

At what point does "Shutting your door and Teaching" stop working? So many of my colleagues have left this sinking ship. I absolutely dread the first days back with my principal and her cronies that she has brought with her from her other school.

Breaking News!!! Got a new teaching job! Bhahahahahahahah. I am running away and I feel ten years younger. I may have to stay at my old school for a couple of days to wait on paperwork but am soon free!!! I am not looking forward to telling my fellow teachers in my department or team that I am leaving. I feel guilty and a little like I'm abandoning them. But to not be under that constant threat of my mentally ill principal is like divorcing an abusive spouse. And moving to another country of course.

The I's have it.

I know that I will not die if the air conditioning is still not fixed at school.
I believe I will feel like I'm dying anyway.
I fought to notify all the 8th grade teachers about their incoming 504 students because our incompetent counselors wouldn't.
I am angered by people who work in education but don't seem to like kids.
I love sneaking "Buttered Popcorn" jellybeans out of my desk drawer during class.
I need whiteboards that actually erase.
I take pleasure running into students away from school. No, not running over.
I hear that our new vice principal is possibly less than desirable. I'm trying to be nice here folks.
I drink Earl Grey tea out of a soup mug every morning.
I hate SPIDERS!!!!
I use the same spoon to taste and stir the food I'm cooking. Shhhhhh!
I want a new front door that lets light in the living room. Welcome to my crypt. Way too dark now.
I decided that I need to revisit Harry Wong's First Days of school even though I've been teaching nine years.
I like putting up bulletin boards in my classroom. Am I a freak?
I am considered to be the person most likely to stop at a cemetery. It's a history geek thing.
I feel nervous about the Governor's race here in Texas. Please, anyone but Perry again.
I left Lubbock and you with no regrets.
I do think I am the Goddess of Chocolate Chip Cookies.
I hope that this year is better than last because I really don't want to change schools.
I dream about running like I did when I was a child. The ground wasn't so hard back then.
I drive a car that I love.
I listen to CD's that I've made because Dallas radio sucks.
I type fast because I like the clacky noise from the keyboard.
I think I need a haircut more than four times a year.
I wish I was taller.
I compensate for being short by designating an "Official Tall Student" every year to grab things for me off of the shelves.
I regret not sending my oldest child to a magnet school here in Dallas.
I care about the state of public schools.
I should either buy lots of lint brushes or shave my cats before school starts.
I am not going to be department head this year. Bhahahahahah. Evil laugh!!!!
I wonder how someone who has only taught for three years thinks he/she is qualified to be a principal.
I changed from cable to satellite and am now addicted to recording shows.
I cry the day before my period starts every month like clockwork.
I am proud to be a Texan.
I lose interest when I am being lectured.
I leave unfolded clothes in laundry baskets way too long.
Got this from La Chucheria
and Learn Me Good

Secret Identity

I hereby inaugurate this new blog with words of wisdom from the peanut gallery: Whoopee Twang!!! I have missed my ramblings but in my hiatus, I have evaluated what I want to do here. It comes down to feeling free to write my opinions, exercise my demons and even to just choke up an intellectual hairball every now and then. There is freedom in anonymity. Feel free to wade through what I have to offer or dispose of it in any environmentally-sound way that you so desire.