How come it isn't Friday?

Why is it that weeks with the shortest number of days seem like the longest weeks? Egads! It can't be blamed on the end of the school year. Well... maybe partly it can be. I was working in my lesson plan book today and realized there isn't much time left in the year. Why did that strike me so hard? I do not know. But it was an interesting realization. I think I am prepared for the end, though. It looks good on paper, might not look so good getting there.

I think I have morning duty next week, I have to remember to check my other calendar. And there are tons of year end meetings, most of which I don't want or need to go to but can't get out of. Bah!

So, my students have talked me into starting a My Space profile. It's been fun. And I suppose it has given me something to do to assuage my American Idol withdrawls. I kind of wish I had one for my adult friends, but it would be very weird to have grown-ups interspersed with the kiddos. I think, maybe it wouldn't, I don't know although I think I know or I think I want to know or... egads, woman, just stop typing!

And... how come it's not Friday yet? Holy moly, it's only Wednesday and I'm dragging.

No major fall out or continued drama from my confrontation yesterday. That is probably a good thing. We do have a department meeting Friday morning, so it will all be revealed then. I really do hope that nothing explodes (or implodes) and that the boys all behave.

What if this is as good as it gets?